<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:26:16.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chichester Drive</title><subtitle type='html'>.:. immaculate misconception .:.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>343</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116714116074322312</id><published>2006-12-26T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T21:52:41.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No words can beat a song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fradio.tunapuff.net%2Fsounds%2FThe%20Veronicas%20-%20Heavily_Broken.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116714116074322312?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116714116074322312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116714116074322312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116714116074322312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116714116074322312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-words-can-beat-song.html' title='No words can beat a song.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116713810936261631</id><published>2006-12-26T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T21:07:43.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scars are forever if one keeps peeling it while it's trying to heal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Twist Of Fate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.hybrid-function.net%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FThe%20Veronicas%20-%20Everything%20Im%20Not.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know my title is a little too long. But I guess I really want to send out that message. My second entry of the day. Today I'm just in for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is changing. Honestly, I've changed drastically over the holidays. For good or bad, you judge. We just got to learn how to accept facts of life. I'm not sure if those issues on air are fully my fault. If they are, I'm ready to take full responsibility and face the consequences. Sometimes, they are not your fault and you're perpetually blamed for it. Can be rather upsetting. There are many kinds of characters in human that are already within them that it stays for life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just hope that '07 will be a better year where I can finally see the sun after many &lt;em&gt;unknowning&lt;/em&gt; rainy days. Sometimes, we just got to stop putting a smile on our face. If you're nice, you deserve a better treatment. Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take good care of yourself when I'm not around(Love! Love!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116713810936261631?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116713810936261631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116713810936261631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116713810936261631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116713810936261631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/scars-are-forever-if-one-keeps-peeling.html' title='Scars are forever if one keeps peeling it while it&apos;s trying to heal.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116711649299257259</id><published>2006-12-26T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:01:34.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HO! HO! HO! Happy Kissmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/829851/picture%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/718025/picture%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how did I spend my Chritsmas? Like you know that's like on everyone's latest entry. I tell you, it's on Fel's blog, Rev's blog and many more. Of course I don't do blog hop but I do update myself with those close ones(AT TIMES!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Bebe, her sister, her parents went for Midnight Mass and I accompanied her. It was so packed that we had to stand. After that Bebe and I found ourselves at Pre-Rouge. We had the thickest cheese pizza ever! And we walked down to Catay Cineplex to watch DeathNote 2 at the GRAND CATAY! Wheee! It was my first time watching a movie there and I was given the best theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to those Jap fan, you might want to catch it but to me, the verdict of the story was expected and rather boring? Thanked God I didn't have that long to catch the 2nd part of the movie. DeathNote was release early November if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I watched The Holiday with Bebe, Sal and her boyfriend on Saturday. It is indeed another great movie for Christmas. Last year was The Family Stone starring Rachel McAdams, SJP(Sarah Jessica Parker) and many more. Well, I can't wait for next year's Christmas already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Christmas day, Bebe and I had dinner with her friends. We had dinner with Yu Zheng, Jiahui, Ashley and Serene at Changing Appetites, Marina Sq. The food quality dropped, the services was so slow but nevertheless, I did enjoy. Bebe was super crappy and lame. God knows why? But she did add on to the laughters on the table. At least last night, I could smile before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter where you spent your Christmas at, what matters most is who was presence.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I had the best christmas for 2 years. Last year was one of the sweet years. Bebe surprised me(though I've alr know) with a new hp because my previous hp died on me! And I couldn't sleep the whole night because I was meddling with it. And this year, she gave me a COACH wallet. See, it is just getting better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the time of the year where reflection takes in. Perhaps in a day or 2, I'll do my reflections. Too many events happened this year. Some, unfortunate? Some are just too sweet to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I know the picture is not relevant to my entry. SO?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116711649299257259?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116711649299257259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116711649299257259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116711649299257259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116711649299257259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/ho-ho-ho-happy-kissmas.html' title='HO! HO! HO! Happy Kissmas!'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116662944031602488</id><published>2006-12-20T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:52:27.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fhsm.unliketheworld.net%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FSound%20of%20Music%20-%20%20Sixteen%20Going%20On%20Seventeen.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#B1B1B1;button:#8D8D8D;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been dreaming a lot lately. First, I want to be 30 yrs old as soon as possible. Why not? Okay, perhaps 28 yrs old is the MAX. I just want to quickly get a proper job, do well in my career and then study and explore round the world for life. Maybe at certain age, there's a different way of enjoying life. I don't want to settle down for a family for sure. Says who homosexuals can't get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since my N's was my wake up call, I shall study harder next year. The geeky Rara is coming back. And I'm turning 17 soon. And it is my 5th year next year. I swear I'm just going to say I'm in my final year if they were to ask what I'm doing. Year 4 sounds okay but not for year 5. Quite weird to say it out. Perhaps it is because I'm not used to it. I bought my books today and I shall start mugging soon. Was so into Mathematics just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my birthday falls on a Tuesday. Just like 17 years ago. Hehe. And when I'm 18, just nice. I can join in for Mambo night at Zouk(: and finally going in LEGALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll make you the best hot cocoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VAN&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TROH&lt;/span&gt;! Meet up soon! Gonna miss my &lt;em&gt;homo&lt;/em&gt;talk during recess! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Here's something I must hear if I accidentally find myself at Zouk on Wednesday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Floubillou.jcac.org%2Fradio%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FBlame%20It%20On%20The%20Boogie.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116662944031602488?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116662944031602488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116662944031602488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116662944031602488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116662944031602488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wish.html' title='I wish..'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116655169184185657</id><published>2006-12-20T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:08:11.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping.</title><content type='html'>The only thing that I want to complain is the RAIN! The last time I went for christmas shopping also rained. I'm like super pissed off with the rain. Just hope it won't rain tomorrow so that I can eat my sushi. Anyway, I bought Bebe her present and some presents for myself too! As you all can see, Bebe bought me a Coach wallet. Don't ask what I bought for her. It is 4 times cheaper! Anyway, I was walking in the rain non stop as usual from 1 building to another. This time, Vivo City comes in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Marks &amp; Spencer undies!!(:&lt;br /&gt;I think the sales girl recognise me. The last time I came was just last week when I bought 3 undies again too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/324117/19.12.06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/763340/19.12.06%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tried my luck by going in Flash &amp;amp; Splash. Though I hate that shop but I don't know why I came out buying this! Good for tanning and it matches when I wear t-shirt and denim shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/410281/19.12.06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/677174/19.12.06%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Bebe was at Raffles City(LIAR! TOLD ME SHE O.T UNTIL 9 PLUS!) and bought me the wallet and a polo tee for her from Tommy Hilfiger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/717724/DSC00502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/652429/DSC00502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I head down to her place to have dinner. (:&lt;br /&gt;That's how my wet day ended.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116655169184185657?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116655169184185657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116655169184185657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116655169184185657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116655169184185657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116655015629015741</id><published>2006-12-20T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:18:59.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Five steps to open your COACH Wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;C O A C H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Coach Wallet from Bebe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/348659/coach%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/652905/coach%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/974088/coach%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/859348/coach%20002.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/155303/coach%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/415204/coach%20005.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/485325/coach%20003.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/596523/coach%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/218128/coach%20004.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/533542/coach%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/155303/coach%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called it COCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And say good bye to Roxy. But she'll be back. What I love abt Roxy is that I can see Bebe in my wallet. Ohwells, out with the old and in with the new. Though COCO is not from my wishlist, I still love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/263831/coach%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/808115/coach%20006.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/742644/coach%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/121225/coach%20007.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THANK YOU BEBE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116655015629015741?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116655015629015741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116655015629015741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116655015629015741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116655015629015741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-i-love-christmas.html' title='Why I love Christmas.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116651436110301952</id><published>2006-12-19T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:46:34.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.kdshields.com.redirect.keljob.com%2Fprojec7%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FJamiroquai%20-%20Canned%20Heat.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I didn't do well for my N's. Therefore I decided to drown myself with fashion websites. Okay, so far I've surfed Oakley and Coach. And since Christmas is coming, I shall try making myself happy by coming up with my own wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; For Ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ristma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;s This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;s&gt; More cute, pretty and sexy girl boxers or underwear from Marks &amp; Spencer/ Women's secret/ Victoria's Secret(UK Size 8).&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;s&gt; School Books.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;s&gt; Lamps but no space to put. I still have 1 lamp in a box&lt;/s&gt;(Don't see a need to get it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Nice hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;s&gt; Coach Signature Beaded Wristlet&lt;/s&gt;(Don't see a need to get it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="347" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/coach/SIGNATUREBEADEDWRISTLET.jpg" width="415" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) More wrapping papers and ribbons from Ikea/Paperchase/ Art Friend&lt;br /&gt;(this makes a perfect gift for Christmas for me!!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Gossips Girls(recommended by Rev though I've alr know abt it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/coach/GossipsGirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) G Star, Levis and RL jeans &amp;amp; Vintage dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) To lose more weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Stop raining for a day so that I can visit the giraffes in the zoological garden at Mandai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I'll see you all next year in YEAR 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I hate the rain. Super annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116651436110301952?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116651436110301952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116651436110301952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116651436110301952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116651436110301952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116637672893114391</id><published>2006-12-18T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:39:55.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiders are art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/129604/Rara%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Rara%20001.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/872192/Rara%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/225506/Rara%20003.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/132274/Rara%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/4882/Rara%20005.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/246719/Rara%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/334226/Rara%20006.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/872192/Rara%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, bebe and I caught a spider. It was roaming at my ceiling and we were on the bed watching it. Until we felt like it was going to my corner, we decided to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_2nN7kimMk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_2nN7kimMk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AndyPandy sent me this and I thought of sharing it with you. I swear I will not do that to my ipod man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116637672893114391?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116637672893114391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116637672893114391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116637672893114391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116637672893114391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/spiders-are-art.html' title='Spiders are art.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116625340018207786</id><published>2006-12-16T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:22:28.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's theme.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/846106/D.A%20%2870%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/784693/D.A%20%2870%29.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/619017/D.A%20%2870.1%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/853871/D.A%20%2870.1%29.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/712433/D.A%20%2868%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="236" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/367816/D.A%20%2868%29.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116625340018207786?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116625340018207786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116625340018207786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116625340018207786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116625340018207786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/todays-theme.html' title='Today&apos;s theme.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116624046931776766</id><published>2006-12-16T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:43:10.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/780542/Rara%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/312741/Rara%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.mondovertigo.com%2Fradio.blogb%2Fsounds%2FJosh%20Groban%20-%20%20You%20Are%20Loved%20(Dont%20Give%20Up).rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, some things are just not meant to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;... it is time to let go after having it for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;... there are some things cannot be kept to you forever.&lt;br /&gt;... you wonder if you're making the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once made, you either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make it or Break it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you wonder if you should give up after going through all the hurdles.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, these things gives you sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing You Are Loved by Josh Groban repeatedly, I really don't want to give up after what we've both gone through.&lt;br /&gt;At times I wonder if I'm forcing her to stay for my own needs.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I need her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to respond every time she gives me those on and off cold treatment.&lt;br /&gt;When darkness falls, I have to be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;At most times, I end up ending my day in tears.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm asking for it.&lt;br /&gt;I ought not to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I ever go anytime, I just want to apologise to Her and everyone for being such a burden in your life. I've regreted for commiting those mistakes and tried to turn change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God didn't allow me.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm here trying to change, big challenges ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's msg: Once yours, treasure it. But don't hold on to it too tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(I don't even know if I'm holding on to it too tight.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Good day everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116624046931776766?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116624046931776766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116624046931776766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116624046931776766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116624046931776766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes..'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116609398333949720</id><published>2006-12-14T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T19:04:13.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls.. girls..</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.discarded-limit.net%2Fradio%2Fsounds%2FMandy%20Moore%20-%20Only%20Hope.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#FF9933;button:#0099FF;player_text:#010101;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/463196/Rara%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/199792/Rara%20009.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/70511/Rara%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/353453/Rara%20001.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up for lunch. Then all of us went separate ways. I? I decided to drop by town for awhile for a Christmas shopping. Everyone was shopping for Christmas too. Walked and walked and walked to look for Revathi a present. She is so skinny that I couldn't find her size. There were so many nice punk rock pieces that I wanted to buy. All are of her favourite colour(currently). But there was no size for her. At last, I found something close to those punk rockers. I just hope Revathi will like it. It took me hours to find the perfect gift. I was dashing across the road from one building to another soaked in wet with my birkenstock feeling cocky. So I hoped she'll like it. She better wear it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reporting on Rara's health.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am dying I tell you. Seriously, dying. Revathi was sick today too. Her performance is tomorrow. All the best Babe! She could tell that I was sick too. I've been having dry cough and flu and my liver hurts. Not only that today, I came home feeling nauseous and vomitted the pizza we had. Yesterday, it was goodbye to Ice Cream and Fried Rice. Today, it was goodbye to Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Visit me in my Kovan house. Apt Blk 170, Ward #02-1485, Corner room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm home early from town. I'm sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116609398333949720?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116609398333949720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116609398333949720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116609398333949720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116609398333949720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/girls-girls.html' title='Girls.. girls..'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116600028524418357</id><published>2006-12-13T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T16:58:09.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fblog.yclim.net%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FStan%20Getz%20%26%20Astrud%20Gilberto%20-%20The%20Girl%20From%20Ipanema.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/545119/God%27s%20Creation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/827040/God%27s%20Creation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just hate being a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm just someone stucked in a woman's body and was forced to act like a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Why do woman have PMS?&lt;br /&gt;I swear it is killing me. Sometimes, I just wish I don't have to go through all these.&lt;br /&gt;After PMS, menopause. Oh man.. What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, my mom is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;In my corner, my body and emotions are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this weekend is going to be a busy weekend for me.&lt;br /&gt;Bebe and I are going JB on Friday then head down to Gas Haus for Rev's performance.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it is going to be another wonderful weekend with Bebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is the 13th of December, 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;That means &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 more days&lt;/span&gt; to RESULTS!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see my friends and of course I don't wish to see my results slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pls baby, pls call me and ask how is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And if you're going to see me, bring a pack of tissue and cellphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I might jump off the school building if I flunk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WISH US ALL LUCK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116600028524418357?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116600028524418357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116600028524418357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116600028524418357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116600028524418357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-are.html' title='We are...'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116585062854053728</id><published>2006-12-11T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T17:25:12.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Voyage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fserge.lutens.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FAudrey%20Hepburn%20-%20Moon%20river%20(Musidora).rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#FF9933;button:#FF9999;player_text:#0F0F0F;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/518218/Rara%20125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/123241/Rara%20125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! I'm back!!! Had great time there. I went kayaking and parasailing. Played with the monkey. Sunburnt! Seriously red nose. Love the weather and the people. And now I can strike out travelling after my N level. Thanks Bebe!! This is definitely one of the best present ever. The next time we're going to Batam, we're going for the cable ski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kepo around my trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2098201675"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;click here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116585062854053728?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116585062854053728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116585062854053728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116585062854053728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116585062854053728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-voyage.html' title='Back from Voyage!'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116559606249506666</id><published>2006-12-09T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:49:22.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's the best!</title><content type='html'>I was really depressed today. In face since last night.&lt;br /&gt;And today, I got cheated by my uncle who initially promised me to drive me to Adam Hospital to visit Ren.&lt;br /&gt;I cried the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I told Bebe I was crying and she called me and took the initiative to fetch me home from Kerrisdale.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I was at the pool waiting for her sitting on the bench and she came with ROO!&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her and Roo just enlighten my day. (:&lt;br /&gt;And then we walked to Mustafa and bought my rabbit food plus few other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so much better when I end my day with her by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my sleeping children are Teddy, Moo Moo and Roo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe, you've been the sweetest of all and I hoped you like the lacoste towel. I know getting a towel is so random. haha. I Love Roo, of course!! Thank you so much for brightening up my darkest day. Thank you so much for Roo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Imported from UK. Currently, Roo's feeling really dizzy because of the bumpy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="495" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/Rara001.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="278" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/Rara002.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, to move forward, you need to take a few steps backwards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To become a better man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116559606249506666?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116559606249506666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116559606249506666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116559606249506666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116559606249506666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/shes-best.html' title='She&apos;s the best!'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116551409652318013</id><published>2006-12-08T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T02:01:33.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/961103/img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/103380/img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why I love my bebe so much?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks I've been reading my personal diary.&lt;br /&gt;And today, I've decided to read her blog.&lt;br /&gt;When I read those entries I wrote while I was at Kerrisdale all alone, I felt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I teared with full of regrets. I was so selfish to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted everything to my own needs.&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I couldn't feel her love until we broke up. It was true what people said.&lt;br /&gt;You will only treasure that person when you've lost him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Bebe has played an important role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Every night I would tear out of sorrows during that 3 months of being single.&lt;br /&gt;I became vulnerable when I was alone. I know that she wanted me back but I just couldn't bring myself to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;I took pills like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;Smoked secretly.&lt;br /&gt;Drinked in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;I almost lost her. It was only then I decided to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;It was really late, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I crave for her presence every night. Ego me. I didn't contact her and chose to ignore her.&lt;br /&gt;She helped me in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bebe because she is always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;When I had bad times with my family, she held a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;She would listen to all my pain.&lt;br /&gt;She would buy me my favourite food especially when I crave for them.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, she went to J8, Bishan to get pop corns so that we could watch Notebook at home.&lt;br /&gt;But I got so pissed when she said that she won't be staying over. And we end up not eating the pop corns and argued.&lt;br /&gt;That was my biggest mistake made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bebe because she is the sweetest person ever.&lt;br /&gt;She will try means and ways to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;One time I lost my wallet in the cab and she bought me a wallet with a cookie to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still using it. She calmed me down when I had a big fight at Orchard Hotel with that Algae.&lt;br /&gt;But we end up having great time after Algae left.&lt;br /&gt;That's because she was there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came down all the way from NTU to look after me the whole night when I was having high fever because I had a major paper the next day.&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest thing ever was that she was studying while I was in bed and she ordered MacDonald's breakfast before taking her nap. And she even cooked for me salmon scallop porridge the next day.&lt;br /&gt;She will always support whatever decision I made.&lt;br /&gt;When I told her I wanted to be a pharmacist, she was happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutest thing was when we bought each other crumpler bag for Valentine's and she made a book for me(101 things why I love you). Every night, I would read a line before heading to bed.&lt;br /&gt;And released helium balloons at Raffles The Plaza Hotel, Alligator Pool.&lt;br /&gt;She tries to spice up this r/s by bringing me to Batam for our 18th month this Sat.&lt;br /&gt;She always come over my place without complaining though there's a bitch in the hse.&lt;br /&gt;She will satisfy my needs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;08.12.05&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bebe brought me to watch Snow Queen at esplanade and we went party at Zouk. She suprised me la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those 3 months, I abandoned her.&lt;br /&gt;I left her.&lt;br /&gt;I made her cry for many nights.&lt;br /&gt;Made her waited for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is just too late.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm awake and try to make up for all those horrible nights, she can't love me as much as she did.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 18th Month.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I Love You And Always Will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and off to shower then concuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116551409652318013?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116551409652318013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116551409652318013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116551409652318013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116551409652318013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/reflections.html' title='Reflections.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116547914370007289</id><published>2006-12-07T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:12:23.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far too much to say.</title><content type='html'>Now that we're only left with Christmas to celebrate, I better cherish every moment spent on Earth before I hit '07. I still miss last year's December. However, I always believe that there will better December(s) ahead. And so I will do the craziest things ever this December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 more days to results. I'm getting nervous and all.&lt;br /&gt;But happy me, I got my scholarship again! (:&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely going to attend this year because it&lt;br /&gt;will be the last time I'm going to do well in school.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been such a bitch since year 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year1,&lt;/strong&gt; I exaggerated my gastric flu and said that I couldn't walk. &lt;em&gt;Therefore, I didn't attend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year2,&lt;/strong&gt; no one was interested and wasn't really happy for me and I overslept, sick and had gastric again. &lt;em&gt;Therefore, I didn't attend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year3,&lt;/strong&gt; Bebe said that she would come and support me and Mommy would take a few sec from work to see me go up the stage. I didn't have gastric but I was late. And they excused me. AND BEBE saw me going up and shaked his hand! No gastric that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year4,&lt;/strong&gt; will be a marvellous one! Bebe is coming!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(you're invited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Off to shower. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116547914370007289?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116547914370007289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116547914370007289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116547914370007289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116547914370007289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/far-too-much-to-say.html' title='Far too much to say.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116533313368801231</id><published>2006-12-05T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:38:57.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Algae is your worse enermy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 447px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="314" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/IMG_0079.jpg" width="449" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BITCH OF THE YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be wondering who it is right?&lt;br /&gt;Well it is none other than my one and only "beloved" sister. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;She enjoys talking to herself thinking that I care about whatever fuck she says.&lt;br /&gt;She is the worse idiot ever!&lt;br /&gt;She thinks I am jealous of her. What fuck? I wish she dies in a plane crash.&lt;br /&gt;If her flight has no. 4, she is going to die on a plane crash!&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't have to face her aymore.&lt;br /&gt;Please la, she got into SIA because of my first sister.&lt;br /&gt;You think SIA want to hire such BITCH?&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make sure she cries.&lt;br /&gt;SHE'LL DIE AND I CAN'T WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;Call me evil for all I care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116533313368801231?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116533313368801231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116533313368801231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116533313368801231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116533313368801231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/algae-is-your-worse-enermy.html' title='Algae is your worse enermy.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116530570965402432</id><published>2006-12-05T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T01:09:22.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video for room 212</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJVwAEKq-Hc"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJVwAEKq-Hc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116530570965402432?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116530570965402432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116530570965402432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116530570965402432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116530570965402432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/video-for-room-212.html' title='Video for room 212'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116524756539814725</id><published>2006-12-04T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:25:09.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never underestimate.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you wonder if that person really appreciate and will always remember words he said long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;When liberated, always take advantages.&lt;br /&gt;Human's biggest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;We all make mistakes and that makes us a human.&lt;br /&gt;But ever wonder how many times you commit the same mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Can be disappointing at times but we've got to learn how to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I decided to take note every mistake I have and vow to myself not to commit it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;/strong&gt; Be cautious of what you're doing, you might not know that it might hurt others unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace Upon You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116524756539814725?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116524756539814725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116524756539814725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116524756539814725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116524756539814725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/never-underestimate.html' title='Never underestimate.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116516330064823796</id><published>2006-12-04T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:28:21.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never trust the person sleeping beside you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/761951/D.A%20%2866%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/94453/D.A%20%2866%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust. She can act all her life but she cannot hide with God. From Dislike, it becomes Hate. Over the years I watch her doing her dirty little tricks. Just too bad that she started rolling the dices and called me for a game. Now, she can't quit. I don't hold grudges but because it has been happening again and again and she is perpetually ruining my life ever since I was 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is only her that I can't forgive. I wash your underwears and you think I'm going to continue? I am now washing my own clothes. You are worse of than a Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, karma will get you and that's when I will sit on my couch and watch my toes laughing at you. Bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now not only on my &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blacklist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but my wishlist too. Watch out.&lt;br /&gt;Worse sister ever. She is a backstabber. She is infamously known for being such an award winning actress but of course, not up to my standard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116516330064823796?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116516330064823796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116516330064823796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116516330064823796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116516330064823796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/never-trust-person-sleeping-beside-you.html' title='Never trust the person sleeping beside you.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116507811493675348</id><published>2006-12-03T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T16:10:20.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Majestic Hotel.</title><content type='html'>I brought baby to New Majestic Hotel at Bt Pasoh Rd on the 1st of December. It is the little bro. of 1929 Hotel. Yupps, we're like sleeping in a museum. Each room is specially designed by artists from S'pore. And lucky us, we got the private garden! Our room is called Memory, room 212.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak peep. For more peeping, &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2098637334"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;click here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/Hotels/New%20Majestic%20Hotel/18thMonth1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favourite chair! And I think Bebe likes it too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/Hotels/New%20Majestic%20Hotel/18thMonth3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room is almost covered with all mirrors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/Hotels/New%20Majestic%20Hotel/18thMonth4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the Artist painted this. The ceiling on top of our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="383" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/Hotels/New%20Majestic%20Hotel/18thMonth9.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="448" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/Hotels/New%20Majestic%20Hotel/18thMonth10.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The toilet. The small tiles are just so beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116507811493675348?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116507811493675348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116507811493675348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116507811493675348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116507811493675348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-majestic-hotel.html' title='New Majestic Hotel.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116452860154506471</id><published>2006-11-26T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:10:01.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Sundays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/650509/Weekend%2024.11.06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/170012/Weekend%2024.11.06%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm just bored and I have no idea what to do. Wanted to play The Sims but no mood and I don't play their daily routine like wake up, eat, read book and bla bla. It's getting boring and Makin' Magic is only for the primary enthusiatic kids. I'm not in for it. But I shall show you my house one day. That's if I start playing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for time to fly then I can get out of the house. It is bitching me already. Okay, sudden cravings for pastries from &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/114389/Pepe%20&amp;%20Tinky%2014.11.06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/368396/Pepe%20%26%20Tinky%2014.11.06%20005.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/525429/Weekend%2024.11.06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="169" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/729694/Weekend%2024.11.06%20009.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/165214/Weekend%2024.11.06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/637297/Weekend%2024.11.06%20002.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few months, we just found out that Tinkerbell is a male. I think I've already mentioned before. We are still aren't aware of her gender. But now it's for sure that Tinkerbell is a male. So since we're so used to calling him Tinkerbell, shall stick to it. Hmmm.. That's weird. A male rabbit with a female name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Vet told us that Pepe is a female. Now, Tinky is very protective of his wife when at first, we all thought that he's a very good sister. Aiye.. Lots to say about Tinkerbell but shall not reveal before everyone has bad reputation of him. For those who are thinking of... Yes it's true. Pepe is still young and can't be a mother. Get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116452860154506471?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116452860154506471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116452860154506471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116452860154506471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116452860154506471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hate-sundays.html' title='I hate Sundays.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116451609125056311</id><published>2006-11-26T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T13:16:58.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is worth it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/946331/Weekend%2024.11.06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/586822/Weekend%2024.11.06%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Bebe and I went to watch Happy Feet. I was funny la! You know, I don't watch cartoon movies and so far, the only ones that made me really laugh is Madagascar and Happy Feet. The story plot was indeed unexpected. I mean who knows what is Happy Feet actually? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For those who already read the synopsis, okay just pretend like you didn't. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I rate it 3.97 stars!! So, what are you all waiting for? GO WATCH IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finally, Bebe bought me that cow!! Her name is Moo Moo. DOB: 24. 11. 06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:barcode font;font-size:199;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116451609125056311?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116451609125056311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116451609125056311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116451609125056311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116451609125056311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-is-worth-it_26.html' title='It is worth it.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116434968459561454</id><published>2006-11-24T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:28:05.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My long lost twin sister?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/1600/217556/YAM.011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2463/444/320/5934/YAM.011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griselda took this picture when she was in the library because she thought it was ME. My hair is so short! Now can it be? I tried taking pictures of myself looking down[same position as her] but I looked really ugly. Anyway, if you think you've seen her before, let me know. Maybe she does look like me. Griselda thinks she's HOT. Like she's so mesmerised by her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116434968459561454?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116434968459561454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116434968459561454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116434968459561454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116434968459561454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-long-lost-twin-sister.html' title='My long lost twin sister?'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116420872376056159</id><published>2006-11-22T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T12:25:55.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cravings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="156" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1637.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Image008.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Salmon%20Bestfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Salmon%20Bestfriend.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone? Got that? YA! I miss eating &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;salmon&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116420872376056159?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116420872376056159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116420872376056159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116420872376056159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116420872376056159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-cravings.html' title='My cravings.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116412155173868042</id><published>2006-11-21T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:33:14.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lunch With My Bestfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 489px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="185" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/collage1.jpg" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 174px" height="199" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/coco.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello!! Yes, Revathi came over. Unfortunately it was unprofessional of me to promise her that I would cook for her when my time management was bad! So we ordered MacDonald's and had lunch in my room. I asked her to dye my hair while I work on her blog and tada! I manage to finish up her blog after working on it for 3 strenuous days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pepe, my siamese cat look alike was so comfortable with Rev and listened to her commands. She sat beside her and lie on the cushion. Was so loving but of course, I didn't think of taking a picture of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going out with the twins. tralala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Rev for coming all the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116412155173868042?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116412155173868042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116412155173868042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116412155173868042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116412155173868042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-lunch-with-my-bestfriend.html' title='My Lunch With My Bestfriend.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116392146241940820</id><published>2006-11-19T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T16:51:12.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Stupendous Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="323" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/18.jpg" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WE WENT TO VIVO CITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; HEIGHT: 184px" height="448" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/18-2.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="445" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/18-1.jpg" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 185px" height="474" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/18-3.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Vivo City to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Material Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Let me see, I rate the movie as 2.95 stars out of 5? I still think that Lindsay can act better than Hilary and Hayley can act better than Hilary but not as good as Lindsay. Okay, I think I'm too long winded. Anyway, Vivo City is pack as usual. It was only my 2nd visit there and I can predict already. What is everyone doing over there?? A real family gathering place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we head down to Bar Empire at Neil Road and yes I am promoting this place. I'm afraid is for all girls only. haha. If you see a  red balcony by the rooftop, that's the place. 4th floor near a small car park. Do drop by on the 1st of December. Till then Shalala!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="315" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/18-4.jpg" width="396" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/18-5.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116392146241940820?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116392146241940820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116392146241940820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116392146241940820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116392146241940820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-stupendous-weekend.html' title='Another Stupendous Weekend!'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116384060381284128</id><published>2006-11-18T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:36:53.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bestfriend, Revathi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN0136.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN0169.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At first, it was four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of proud of my friendship with Rev. Yes I know we didn't talk for months but you know after all, she's the one who has been standing by me. At times, I can't stand her that I don't even feel like sitting. At times, I'm just grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who has been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;doing the craziest things with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seen me cry &amp; comfort me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who would have&lt;strong&gt; sleep overs&lt;/strong&gt; and all.&lt;br /&gt;The one who would &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eat my &lt;strong&gt;disgusting egg &lt;/strong&gt;that I made for her for breakfast while walking to school, sec 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bought me a&lt;strong&gt; barbie doll&lt;/strong&gt; that I wanted for my&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; birthday&lt;/span&gt; when I was 11 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/Stitched_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in XPS at maths remedial in 1999. We weren't even classmates that time.&lt;br /&gt;She would teach me how to ride a bike. hehe. She's very patient with me okay!&lt;br /&gt;She saw me fell on my bump down the slope on my blades.&lt;br /&gt;She would bring me to her house for medication when I fell at the long kang near Parry Ave.&lt;br /&gt;She dyed my hair last year.&lt;br /&gt;She witnessed my naval piercing this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to find such friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriends for 7 years and still going on strong. She would call me once in a while or even drop by my place. Recently I called her for lunch and soon, she's coming over my place.&lt;strong&gt; Hey! I'm cooking for lunch okay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just so scared that 10 years down the road, I see my school mates and they ignore me or we just forgot that we actually know each other. The good times we spent dreaming and doing things that we never thought we could do. As we grow older, we're just separating. Everyone has their own priority of friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where do I stand in yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="368" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/Stitched_001.jpg" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116384060381284128?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116384060381284128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116384060381284128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116384060381284128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116384060381284128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-bestfriend-revathi.html' title='My bestfriend, Revathi'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116343152477113328</id><published>2006-11-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:25:24.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action only when tragedy happens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/31.10.06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/31.10.06%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, bebe and I brought baby Pepe to the vet. First, we didn't make any appointment and we had to wait super long though we were 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the bill was $60.90. Pepe's fine. She just need to eat more and perhaps watch on her urine. This is indeed another expensive rabbit. But I felt really healthy for the bunnies. Tinkerbell looks better now and Pepe is looking more happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miss my lembeh now and of course, all the best for your killer report! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116343152477113328?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116343152477113328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116343152477113328' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116343152477113328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116343152477113328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/11/action-only-when-tragedy-happens.html' title='Action only when tragedy happens.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116334634439240225</id><published>2006-11-12T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:45:45.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is worth it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Weekend%2010-12.11.06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Weekend%2010-12.11.06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Weekend%2010-12.11.06%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;See, every time I end my previous entry with a sad one, I'll come back with a HAPPY one! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This weekend has a blast. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby and I drove my uncle's Lexus GS300! wahahaha. Yes, it is an auto car! Honestly it was my first attempt to drive an auto car. It all started out with me and my crazy ideas. Since my uncle is not around, why not right? I started &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Weekend%2010-12.11.06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Weekend%2010-12.11.06%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the car and move out of the lot but of course my baby had to continue the journey. We played around the car park until we realise that we are having BIG trouble. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How to park the car back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many attempts, 2 men came and bebe seeked for help. Two unlicensed kids! Okay, one with bike license and the other none. Of course, I am the NONE! One of the guy helped us park and we're saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the next day, we had dinner at Sizzler.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Weekend%2010-12.11.06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Weekend%2010-12.11.06%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;much bebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Every&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ends With&lt;/span&gt; A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it did. *winks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116334634439240225?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116334634439240225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116334634439240225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116334634439240225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116334634439240225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-is-worth-it.html' title='It is worth it.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116315409204153028</id><published>2006-11-10T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:23:51.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/With%20Fel%2009.11.06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/With%20Fel%2009.11.06%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been crying for the past 1 hour and still don't feel any better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have I done to deserve that kind of treatment?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I really wonder.. what she really want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been losing energy and what more. I'm not exactly well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll just tolerate because I don't want to lose such an endearing person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116315409204153028?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116315409204153028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116315409204153028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116315409204153028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116315409204153028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/11/sigh_10.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116313721690582822</id><published>2006-11-10T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:59:05.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It pays to be patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it does. Yesterday was a shocked. I think I was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; THIS CLOSE&lt;/span&gt; to go mad. Since I've got nothing to rush for and I have all the time in the world, I shall tolerate and be patient to those who really need them. Ain't an easy task though but it is worth trying. And if I've succeeded then I am something out of nothing. perhaps &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt; just make the fire &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BIGGER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was indeed horrible of me not being the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. But still? Everyone plays a part you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm suppose to do a research abt Capetown last week but I've decided to research on these places of attraction only once a month. I am too lazy to click and read. I'd rather read a book which I've not chosen at all for my holiday than to read it from the screen!! I've been pretty much enjoy the boring life I have. Everyday is like another boring day for me. The only time I am looking forward to, is evening time where I get to see bebe. Apart from that.. Let me see, I wake up and surf the net until evening time. Exciting right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="512" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/WithFel09-4.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="531" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/WithFel09-3.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so today is just another boring day for me. I've decided to surf around fashion websites and start drooling on their collections. Well, I saw that Coach wallet yesterday at the boutique but shit me! Short of $10! *faints* It was $249!! Sigh.. I have to wait until my next allowance before I can step in that boutique again if I ever think it is worth buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wanted to see around the other boutiques but I'm not a LV, Chanel, Gucci, Christian Dior, Fendi and more kind of person. The only extreme brand I am crazy for is Jimmy Choo!!!! But I don't really appreciate heels unless I have a proper shoe wardrobe. I just love observing the sparkling diamonds. And of course if luck strikes upon me, love to buy it but not worth it until I'm much older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely not materialistic but I enjoy seeing things that are not so pretty and yet people are dying to get them. I am not a die heart fan of Coach. It is just pretty and I went for Chloe's bag instead of that small wallet from Coach yesterday. See, I am not that rich to buy these goods anytime I want. I'll just be contented with what I have like that old UCB and Jane Smith which i can't put much things. And so my new Chloe can hold up my cardigan, hp, wallet, ipod and camera. These are my essential needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next interest is on perfumes. Much cheaper because they come in all types of sizes. Then again.. I've alr collected bottles from all over my house(that includes my first sister's collections). I used to go around and tell my family members that if they are done with the perfume bottle, please donate it to me. HAHA. But apparently, they too love them. So I just display what's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collecting shoes used to be my hobby until someone had to keep using my shoes. And then I gave up and almost collected birkies. But why do you need so many pairs of the same kind? I just buy those designs are easy to match with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I give up. So what's your favourite fashion collection? I know for some reason, many people love buying dunks, sneakers, heels and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; Fashion websites you can't miss:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.coach.com"&gt;www.coach.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for their bags &amp; accessories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.chloe.com"&gt;www.chloe.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for the new fashion padlock tote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.mambo.com.au"&gt;www.mambo.com.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for handsome polo tees)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.paulfrank.com/startpage.html"&gt;http://www.paulfrank.com/startpage.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for cute wallets/bags)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.juicycouture.com/"&gt;http://www.juicycouture.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(may not heard of it but it is coming up in Singapore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.jimmychoo.com"&gt;www.jimmychoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for pretty shoes/hangbags)&lt;br /&gt;But if you can't afford. The closest is Nine West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.mulberry.com"&gt;www.mulberry.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for nice bags/wallets &amp;amp; more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.fredperry.com"&gt;www.fredperry.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ya.. it's very popular now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the rest are alr popular. Like Gap, Pull &amp;amp; Bear and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm bringing my holga baby out to Kerrisdale. I also want to finish up my film and see how it turns out. For now, it is only 4 pictures taken. HAHA. And oh Felly, thanks for the tinkerbell necklace but I want a cheap cute and small moo moo. hahaha. That necklace is too expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Resting time for me before I hit to the other house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116313721690582822?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116313721690582822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116313721690582822' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116313721690582822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116313721690582822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-random-thoughts.html' title='Another random thoughts.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116308767852544313</id><published>2006-11-09T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:07:40.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far from worse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Were you trying to be psychic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I didn't have such a life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; luck day for me. First, I fell ill and didn't get to enjoy my outing and secondly I got &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chased&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;away(indirectly &amp; directly). Firstly, chased by the &lt;strong&gt;love of my life&lt;/strong&gt;, my gf and then Algae. See, when I'm sick, everyone just want to get rid of you. I'm slowly watch my temperature rising from 38.1 to 38.4. It is not getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to call my close friends if I want to talk. Okay, I wish I can say &lt;em&gt;fuck &lt;/em&gt;but I'm just too tired. I decided to write my blog instead of bothering more people. In this case, I won't bother anyone. It is like she can predict that she's going to get irritated today. Now,&lt;strong&gt; read the first line of my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a better life. I'm already so sick and people around me just can't try to be nice. I'm not using sick as an excuse but seriously, if you want something, you've got to be nice and tell the reason. She probably think I'm some whinner. I don't know but I'm truly hurt. I think she enjoys being treated like that.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What have I done to deserve that chase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; hurt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;. For now, I feel that God's unfair. I brought a soul closer to you and you made her treat me like this. I know she's stress but I've been very understanding for the past few days and even let her do her hobbies(if that's what you call).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bought a bag. Crazy me. It's from Chloe. For more bags from her, &lt;a href="http://www.chloe.com"&gt;www.chloe.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I tell you it cost a bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/coach/Chloe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="369" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/coach/WithFel09.jpg" width="440" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original price is £709.54 but I got it at S$198 after discount. What is the original price man? Of course, mine is dark brown but apparently it looks like the black one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am still &lt;strong&gt;hurt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116308767852544313?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116308767852544313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116308767852544313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116308767852544313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116308767852544313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/11/far-from-worse.html' title='Far from worse.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116253094711859543</id><published>2006-11-03T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:19:17.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postopia Dot Com</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, after going to church with bebe, we both decided to hit the supermarket at Toa Payoh. And Oreo's O was one of the picked out food. Then today when I was munching on them, I saw this "Use Postokens to unlock rewards on: Postopia.Com [code inside]. So, thanks to my curiosity, I went to open up the box and then saw the code. I click onto &lt;a href="http://www.Postopia.com"&gt;www.Postopia.com&lt;/a&gt; and walah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only game that caught my eye was Big Mouth Life. You have to play games and entertain this mouth. After playing, you can buy accessories. Of course, I dress mine like a Diva. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 459px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="334" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/BigMouthLife.jpg" width="623" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my big mouth flossing. I made her wear braces. &lt;em&gt;haaha!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116253094711859543?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116253094711859543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116253094711859543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116253094711859543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116253094711859543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/11/postopia-dot-com.html' title='Postopia Dot Com'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116239774158521952</id><published>2006-11-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:15:41.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know if I feel like blogging but anyway, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having dry cough after the haze has gone down... What more can I ask?&lt;br /&gt;I think this week is the most busy week for me. With my friends and all. Everyday is a no-no stay at home. Finally, I'm making a full use of my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bebe, don't say that I don't want it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:185;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WANT&lt;/strong&gt; TO &lt;strong&gt;GO&lt;/strong&gt; TO THE&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:185;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116239774158521952?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116239774158521952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116239774158521952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116239774158521952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116239774158521952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm?'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116226958084040852</id><published>2006-10-30T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:42:52.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="441" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/PierceNaval30-1.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 181px" height="347" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/PierceNaval30.jpg" width="484" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I asked her if she could accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupps, she did! Felt super nervous that it rubbed onto Revathi.&lt;br /&gt;But by the time the guy was about to pierce, I was already alright and Rev was the nervous one.&lt;br /&gt;As she witness the procedure, I slowly wonder.. Why Am I Doing This?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, that reason abt my family is bullshit. I'm doing this because it was my dream ever since I was in year2. My model friend, Rev is convinced that it does not hurt!&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely aiming on the stud with the star filled with crystals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more weeks and I can change my stud!! However, I'm contented with the current one. Plain and simple. No sakae, Vilage and steamboat. Ohwells, no pain, no gain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wonderful time with Rev. The funny thing is that we couldn't stop talking and we didn't feel bored with each other's company. I realised that we enjoy sitting down at cafes and drink. Walking around town is probably very tiring. Although we didn't talk for months, we were still able to connect. It was really sweet of her to do crazy things with me. Last year, she coloured my hair and this year, she accompanied me to pierce my naval. See, bestfriends are the sweetest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 kissessss!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116226958084040852?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116226958084040852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116226958084040852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116226958084040852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116226958084040852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/done.html' title='DONE!'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116211430877645478</id><published>2006-10-29T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:32:56.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly me to Rome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Vatican City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather bored and decided to search on churches in Rome. I'm just going to write another &lt;em&gt;nothing to-do &lt;/em&gt;entry before I accompany bebe to church. Well, I'm definitely amazed by the architect structure. For some reason, the paintings are breath taking. My sister went there once though. It was ravishing of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upcoming church. Modern indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/colosseum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous Colosseum.&lt;br /&gt;There's a movie that you can watch, The Gladiator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/specialchristian1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the magnificent churches in Rome. Just look at the details! I wonder if there's any mistakes!! &lt;em&gt;haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/stpetercrowd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter Church in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/vittoriano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is very popular. Vittoriano Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the beautiful churches in Rome, of course Rome is also known for many more other attractions like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="295" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/rome-4.jpg" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Trevi Fountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This found is also known for pickpockets. I'm serious!! The teenagers are very daring. And they are girls, most of the time! Okay, apart from that you toss a coin and make a wish. I'm not sure if it'll come true but for sure, this fountain is very rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/81154471-M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend of Gsutley. May your dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/trevi-fountain-in-rome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/81163730-M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what's the name of this structure but there's a similar one in Paris, France.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the oldern days, the poorer citizen were not be allowed to walk under the arc. That's all that I know. My knownledge is ain't that wide! &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;. But the rich and those riding with horse are allowed. Wonder why...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/rome4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so old and still standing strong. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/when-in-rome-main.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you the ceiling is stunning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 489px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="347" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/81163151-M.jpg" width="504" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome's favourite transporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright papa. I've done my homework.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I pack my bag now? And we fly there?? Please!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next destination which I will bring you to is.. Capetown, South Africa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha&lt;/em&gt;. My sister's flying there soon. That's why. I'm not the one going you know?&lt;br /&gt;A quick peek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/waterfront-capetown-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterfront, Cape Town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116211430877645478?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116211430877645478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116211430877645478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116211430877645478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116211430877645478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/fly-me-to-rome.html' title='Fly me to Rome.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116206686259302245</id><published>2006-10-29T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T04:29:41.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing my mission.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/random/joy_by_Crackart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The beautiful world will always remain beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving myself some thoughts, I've decided to pierce my naval instead of at the back of my neck. This is my holiday surprise. Last year, my hair lost its virginity to hair dye. This year, I'm piercing it. Can't do tattooes can't I? And so, piercing is a form of sadness and anger instead of doing body art. I'm doing this for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the pain once I get used to my naval. As in, once the wound has healed. And so, forget the pain that my family has brought me into and get used to it. Yupps. I'm going to do it and if possible, AS SOON AS I CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm blogging at 4a.m. I'm just biting out my time. Alright. Calling bebe to say Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Good morning to ya all. Wish me luck. It is just so sad that I can't do tattooes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116206686259302245?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116206686259302245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116206686259302245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116206686259302245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116206686259302245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/announcing-my-mission.html' title='Announcing my mission.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116205775991359803</id><published>2006-10-29T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T04:26:54.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The only weekend that I finally get to escape&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my Friday night and the whole of Saturday with Bebe. First stop, we booked a hotel to have a little getaway. It was just behind the &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ingapore &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;rt &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;useum(&lt;strong&gt;SAM&lt;/strong&gt;). At first, it freaked me out but I got a little comfortable after that when Bebe arrived after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were craving for french fries at 11 plus and walked down to Parco Bugis just to purchase 1 large french fries, 1 large coke and apple dippers(Woot! My favourite). And drank screwdriver and vodka coke to get ourselves high but bebe end up having the red face!! hehe. We played drinking games to challenge ourselves. Apparently, luck wasn't on my side. It's okay. I can hold my liqour better than BEBE! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to drop by SAM because it just behind it and we found ouselves amazed by the Art Pieces. I know it is rather rude of me to take pictures of them but I couldn't resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to the unfinished National Art Museum which is down the road. The entrance was rather pretty but I prefer those at church. Magnificent, I tell you. I love churches in Rome. Awesomely beautiful and you look up to the ceiling. You'll feel your throat dried up because when you look up, you can't close your mouth. Stories being told through vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to Fort Canning Park and saw a tombstone who has the same name as my bebe's nick name. Rest in Peace. We took a picture of it after asking for permission but deleted after several hours. We found ourselves at Plaza Singapura to catch a movie, The Prestige.&lt;em&gt; Ooh la la...!&lt;/em&gt; 4.5 Stars. Do watch it as you fall deeply for the magical tricks one after another. The thing is, if you think you're smarter, think again. It is better to have plan B on your left hand. Sounds like Light(from Death Note).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to Gardens and saw Holly and Marcus. Well, whisky, if you're reading this, she's not working at Borders okay? Couldn't get it. She's working at Sitcky Rice. &lt;em&gt;Haha&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home and it's time to face reality. Fun time is over. &lt;em&gt;Pooh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to Share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="399" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-1.jpg" width="532" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="444" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28.jpg" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="490" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-2.jpg" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The SAM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="333" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-3.jpg" width="516" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="273" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-4.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="488" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-5.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="351" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-6.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 441px" height="539" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-7.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 456px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="336" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-8.jpg" width="531" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="367" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-9.jpg" width="489" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="503" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-12.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 335px" height="516" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-13.jpg" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 454px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="334" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-14.jpg" width="454" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="441" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-15.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="607" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-16.jpg" width="457" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 492px; HEIGHT: 366px" height="359" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-18.jpg" width="518" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="337" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/museum/Weekend27-28-19.jpg" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magnificent ceiling to the National Museum which is unfinished. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, the sad thoughts of mine. Care to read if interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;At this point, you can have the choice of not reading my entry. It's pretty boring I should say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see, the thought of going home just sickens me. I feel no peace and can never be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I made an effort to make my mini corner, my comfort zone. As you can see, I spend 98% of my time at home here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fighting for your rights are used elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I fear for my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Endless sleepless night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All I want is to have the one I love most to be by my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Silence is fine. It is the presence that I'm concern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was rather tired and decided to go home and indulge in my mini corner to see if I can find activities to do. I guess blogging is the only way I can open myself apart from building houses in Sims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Money can't buy happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"I use my money to make people come over or I should say accompany me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Find them rather annoying. I don't practise that though at times I was desperate for companion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohwells, that's life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Iether you accept it or live by your own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God's fair you know? There are ppl worse off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116205775991359803?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116205775991359803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116205775991359803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116205775991359803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116205775991359803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/open-thoughts.html' title='Open thoughts.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116188183396131396</id><published>2006-10-27T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:59:45.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 23rd Birthday Sweetheart (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 158px" height="315" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/Bebes23rdBirthday001.jpg" width="405" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 171px" height="290" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/Bebes23rdBirthday005.jpg" width="461" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 487px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="336" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/Bebes23rdBirthday007.jpg" width="487" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola!&lt;br /&gt;Today is probably the only day that I was dying to get over with. My bebe's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;We dined at Mezza 9, Grand Hyatt Hotel. And as usual, she's late again!! &lt;em&gt;Haha&lt;/em&gt;. It is the same every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the famous Seafood Fried Rice and the Mud Crab. What's Black Pepper Mud Crab? They are crabs from Sri Lanka. When we were served, it just reminded me of us eating crab at ECP. We were all sweating while eating the finger licking chilli crab. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yaa-moo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had a surprise for her. I came early to the hotel and planned with one of the girls. That is to surprise her with a birthday cake. And so, after eating the main course, she wanted me to call for the bills but I was trying to hold her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake took very long and I whispered to one of the waiter to remind him. Apparently, she kinda caught me. But after all, it was all a happy ending. Finally right? I think she was surprised??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Well bebe, I'm glad you had a great time. Though the present didn't come together with the dinner, but I hoped it was a pleasant dinner at Hyatt. See you tomorrow at Oxford Hotel. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;though my family &amp;amp; 220.255.228.114 pissed me off, I shouldn't let it ruin my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;8 kisses!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116188183396131396?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116188183396131396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116188183396131396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116188183396131396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116188183396131396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-23rd-birthday-sweetheart.html' title='Happy 23rd Birthday Sweetheart (:'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116179313371331021</id><published>2006-10-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:26:46.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wish to bebe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 147px" height="302" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/DSCN1913.jpg" width="422" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 161px" height="316" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/DSCN1917.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY BEBE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May you have a successful life ahead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you and I hope you'll have a great time later at Hyatt. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lots of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116179313371331021?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116179313371331021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116179313371331021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116179313371331021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116179313371331021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/birthday-wish-to-bebe.html' title='Birthday Wish to bebe.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116170914633679141</id><published>2006-10-25T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T01:36:47.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love once again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 146px" height="348" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/RandomShits23-1.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="305" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/RandomShits23-7.jpg" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="478" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/RandomShits23.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 130px" height="295" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/RandomShits23-5.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 177px; HEIGHT: 120px" height="225" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/RandomShits23-6.jpg" width="444" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 174px" height="288" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/RandomShits23-2.jpg" width="444" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="284" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/RandomShits23-3.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 125px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/RandomShits23-4.jpg" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our hands fit&lt;br /&gt;into each other so perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;when connected our hearts&lt;br /&gt;beat in unison together as one&lt;br /&gt;soul.&lt;br /&gt;When we can feel each other&lt;br /&gt;heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;that is the sound of our love.&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I know I'm suppose to celebrate Hari Raya but you know, I don't keep that a habit since young. I end up playing theSims. After building a house for Eve and Eva(which is suppose to be Bebe &amp; Me), I decided to make them into homosexual cohabiting. &lt;em&gt;WHAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt; 1 room only. I wanted to put bebe and me orginally but I thought hmm.. Which character am I suppose to create for bebe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe, together we can make it through. Bad times don't stay long for good. It will only make us stronger. *I can't wait for your birthday dinner &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oxford&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; *winks (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love&lt;/span&gt; the way &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Endlessly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116170914633679141?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116170914633679141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116170914633679141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116170914633679141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116170914633679141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-love-once-again.html' title='I&apos;m in love once again...'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116159655820555007</id><published>2006-10-23T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:33:38.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indulge in peace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Random%20Shits%2023.10.06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Random%20Shits%2023.10.06%20001.jpg" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Random%20Shits%2023.10.06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Random%20Shits%2023.10.06%20007.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Random%20Shits%2023.10.06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Random%20Shits%2023.10.06%20005.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to spend my day in my room. I slept at 7 a.m doing midnight cleaning. If wouldn't for the new furniture, I don't really have to bother cleaning my room because it is rather quite consistent. Thanks to the new furniture, I have to shift my computer table to my room. So, extra big table in my room made me want to clean my room. I had to redo all the wirings and I am going to throw away that rusty table. Take charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 3p.m. and watched L word in my room (on my bed). I might want to clean the rabbit's cage later since it's Monday and poor Tinkerbell. She can't stand her own pee. &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;. She wanted to spend the whole night in my room with the air con on her favourite cushion. Cheeky bunny. I don't know what went through my mind buying those cushions for cats/dogs. Why would somebody want to buy it for a bunny?But she's a very tame rabbit. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I took out a box which is suppose to be my holiday activity. But I'm waiting for Whisky's return from Ozzie. I've not use it actually. Kinda took 5 pictures only. &lt;em&gt;Whahaha&lt;/em&gt;. How &lt;em&gt;hobbitic&lt;/em&gt; I am. So ambitious. *tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Random%20Shits%2023.10.06%20002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Random%20Shits%2023.10.06%20002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116159655820555007?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116159655820555007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116159655820555007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116159655820555007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116159655820555007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/indulge-in-peace.html' title='Indulge in peace.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116149352582827554</id><published>2006-10-22T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:05:25.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I belong to me... I wish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Jessica%20Simpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Jessica%20Simpson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I dont wanna share my life with you baby&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I'm the one I need to be true to baby&lt;br /&gt;And I won't give up me to be part of you&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I dont want to have you in my life baby&lt;br /&gt;it's just you gotta know that its got to be right baby&lt;br /&gt;before I open up my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I dont need somebody to complete me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complete myself&lt;br /&gt;nobody has got to belong to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;I belong to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong to you my heart is my posession&lt;br /&gt;I'll be my own reflection I belong to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm one not half of two and if you're gonna love me&lt;br /&gt;you should know this baby I belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I wish I can have her strengths. Women are killers.&lt;br /&gt;Worse of all.. I see them everywhere. Is n0t that I don't like them but I can't stand their PMS.&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriends, girlfriend(s), mothers, sisters.. AIYO! Save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Human Beings are the worse creature ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116149352582827554?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116149352582827554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116149352582827554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116149352582827554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116149352582827554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-belong-to-me-i-wish.html' title='I belong to me... I wish!'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116149238965690388</id><published>2006-10-22T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:46:29.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Sentosa%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Sentosa%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely going to be one of my random entry. Well, it always start of as &lt;em&gt;'random'&lt;/em&gt; but slowly, I'll get the hand of it and start my nonsense. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to catch the Death Note yesterday and I thought the plot was quite good. For most people, the ending was unexpected. But as for me, I feel that he's smart enough to plan everything. Let's just say killing is addictive. That's why there are more serial killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is beginning to look like a junk now. Everthing is in my room. Water? It just at my 2 o'clock. Food? Nope. I don't eat. Well.. It is more likely essential items are around my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine. I'm upset &amp; hurt. That's why I'm writing nonsense to entertain  myself. &lt;em&gt;Pooh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's so unfair. There's more downs than ups. Girls with menstruation is fine but tgt with &lt;strong&gt;PMS&lt;/strong&gt;! My God! It is a killer! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116149238965690388?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116149238965690388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116149238965690388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116149238965690388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116149238965690388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116145556823392654</id><published>2006-10-22T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T02:39:02.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WAS virgin to gigs.</title><content type='html'>We went to watch Lady Alaska performed at the gas Haus. Honestly, if wouldn't for them. I doubt I want to attend. It was the first time Char and I actually go to a gig. My God. I had never really seen wild boys moshing in sweats. Definitely have to skip that. Anyway, we went to Fish &amp; Co. and ordered osyters and seafood platter. Thanks to Rev, we had to packed out seafood platter and eat out oysters. My.. My.. That was the fastest meal ever at Fish &amp;amp; Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in with all the ppl in black t-shirts. Seriously no life. Char and I were one of those standing out with white tops. HAHA. Out favourite t-shirt colour. Duh.. And so, here are the pictures that you all might want to view. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1956.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1956.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1954.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1954.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 6px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1950.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1966.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1966.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1963.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1963.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1972.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1972.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1980.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1980.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1995.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1995.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1985.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1985.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;'Cause you and I can make it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Would be better if it's everyday that we try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116145556823392654?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116145556823392654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116145556823392654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116145556823392654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116145556823392654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-virgin-to-gigs.html' title='I WAS virgin to gigs.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116117932630016670</id><published>2006-10-18T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:48:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day..</title><content type='html'>I thought I could end my day well. But no.. It was a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, it's for the princessesssss. I get it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;And so I spent my day with my schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied Edmund to his interview at Forever 21.&lt;br /&gt;Then we head down to town and meet up the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the interview's at Vivo City. Who have gone there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't amazed honestly. In fact I felt unusual though it was a compressed version of Orchard Road but so what?&lt;br /&gt;No kick when you don't run from one building to another or see the cars on the road passing through the belt of malls.&lt;br /&gt;We went to food republic. Please, the moment Edmund entered, he was mesmerised by the drooling laksa.&lt;br /&gt;After walking a few rounds, we decided to settle down at food republic. We had hokkien mee each. Which cost us $4 and we shared a bowl of delicious laksa, $6.90.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you readers think that we're mad to eat such an expensive laksa.&lt;br /&gt;You are all wrong! This is the best laksa ever.&lt;br /&gt;To me, it is the 2nd best on my laksa list.&lt;br /&gt;Whisky and I are laksa freaks you see. The one at Lucky plaza, &lt;em&gt;nuh&lt;/em&gt;.. 3rd now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep it short, I shall post pictures to tell you the magnificent view from the roof top. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Vivo%20City%2018.10.06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Vivo%20City%2018.10.06%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Vivo%20City%2018.10.06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Vivo%20City%2018.10.06%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Vivo%20City%2018.10.06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Vivo%20City%2018.10.06%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Vivo%20City%2018.10.06%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Vivo%20City%2018.10.06%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116117932630016670?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116117932630016670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116117932630016670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116117932630016670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116117932630016670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-day.html' title='What a day..'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116105943440693179</id><published>2006-10-17T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:50:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left for good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Vet,%20P.P%2016.10.06%20007.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Vet%2C%20P.P%2016.10.06%20007.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Peter Pan(3 &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;months old on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;11th of Sept)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;left for Neverl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Picture%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Vet,%20P.P%2016.10.06%20006.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Vet,%20P.P%2016.10.06%20006.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Vet%2C%20P.P%2016.10.06%20006.5.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Picture%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Picture%20025.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Picture%20033.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Picture%20033.1.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Picture%20013.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="174" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Picture%20013.1.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister woke me up before she left for school. She told me that Peter Pan was feeling very weak. I got out of the bed and took Peter Pan in my arms covered with a towel. It was only 8.03a.m. that time. I brought him to my bedroom and he was falling asleep. He tried to hop a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He hopped about 1m away from where he was stationed and he was waiting for me to carry me alr. I gave him water but refused to drink neither eat. I quickly went online searching for the nearest Vet. Thanks to Nunu and Bebe, they directed me to S'goon North Ave 2 to Mount Pleasant Clinic for animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the time I was searching around, Peter Pan's head was feeling really heavy and he wants to sleep. He wanted to sleep badly. I shut my hp so that he won't hear any beepings. I got ready by 10a.m and took a cab to S'goon North. And he was feeling really stiff. His limbs were tgt. His eyes were half opened. I know chances of him surviving this is very low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Moment I enter the clinic, the receptionist stared at me. He quickly send him to the room. I waited patiently outside and he came out telling me," &lt;em&gt;Your rabbit is dead.."&lt;/em&gt; He was in there not more than 1 minture. Then he sent me to the vet and I looked at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I tried to control my tears. He left for heaven 1/2 an hour before I reached the clinic. I stayed at the clinic a little while longer to learn more. Chances of death due to shredded newspapers[thanks to you-know-who] or perhaps he was too shocked by I don't know what. Anyway, she wanted to wrap him but I told her that I want to bring him home and wrap him with cotton and bury him myself. There's cremation but a little too expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My aunt called me and told me to wrap him with cotton and put him in a nice box and write wishes to him. I'll wait for bebe to knock off from work to do that. Meanwhile, I'll look for a nice box and add some ribbons and colourful papers and some wishes inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Due to respecting Peter Pan, I'm not taking any pictures of him lying under the towel. After that, I shall send him away in the evening. I know he will be fine in God's hands. I am going to add a tagboard after I blogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Peter Pan means,&lt;em&gt; the boy that never grows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Only hope:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tinkerbell for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Please don't cry for Peter Pan. He'll be happier with God in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;, Pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#990000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;fara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116105943440693179?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116105943440693179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116105943440693179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116105943440693179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116105943440693179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/left-for-good.html' title='Left for good.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116101954195935777</id><published>2006-10-17T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T11:52:00.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardens, Peter Pan &amp; the girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Vet,%20P.P%2016.10.06%20014.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Vet%2C%20P.P%2016.10.06%20014.4.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Vet,%20P.P%2016.10.06%20005.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Vet%2C%20P.P%2016.10.06%20005.8.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Vet,%20P.P%2016.10.06%20003.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Vet%2C%20P.P%2016.10.06%20003.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116101954195935777?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116101954195935777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116101954195935777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116101954195935777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116101954195935777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/gardens-peter-pan-girls.html' title='Gardens, Peter Pan &amp; the girls.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116097983588069036</id><published>2006-10-16T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:38:25.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Picture%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Picture%20036.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Sentosa%20027(1).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/Sentosa%20027%281%29.1.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I shall bring Peter Pan to the Vet. His ears got bitten by(only God knows) what. Wish me &amp;amp; Peter Pan luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. I'm super glued to Tamatown. Pepe or Pepetchi is a BIG girl now! Yay! She wakes me up at 8a.m everyday for breakfast. And at noon, for lunch. My little baby. Ohh. I love Pepe!! Now, I have many more pets and many more tears(hope not!) and responsibilities. Thanked God I don't have to clean Pepe's poopies for real. It's just a button away. (:&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Sentosa%20027(1).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/Sentosa%20027(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116097983588069036?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116097983588069036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116097983588069036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116097983588069036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116097983588069036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-i-shall-bring-peter-pan-to-vet.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116084375305085878</id><published>2006-10-15T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:21:32.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/DSCN1905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/DSCN1905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess pictures can tell its story. Too lazy to type out. Bebe's staying over. So I'd rather spend more time with her. She's happy with her ipod video, I've got my tamagotchi, PEPE and bebe and I got the same pair of birkies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Anyone who got tamagotchi after me is a COPY CAT! Stupid girls. Kept copying whatever I do or have. Anyone who has the same pair of birkies is also a COPY CAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116084375305085878?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116084375305085878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116084375305085878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116084375305085878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116084375305085878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/today.html' title='Today.....'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116072304519057743</id><published>2006-10-13T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:04:05.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizes!</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored that I decided to do some quizes for a while. How true.. Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your True Birth Month Is March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruebirthmonthquiz/march.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revengeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affectionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves traveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy and reserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically talented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves home decor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not easily angered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves special things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to serve others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves peace and serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observant and assess others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to dream and fantasize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciative and returns kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasty decisions in choosing partners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruebirthmonthquiz/"&gt;What's Your True Birth Month?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 0% Extrovert, 100% Introvert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;My birthday is 6th of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/introvert.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You avoid people at all costs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't one for social interaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you limit your interaction to a select few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for self checkout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/"&gt;Are You An Extrovert or An Introvert?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ideal Pet is a Cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealpetquiz/cat.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're both aloof, introverted, and moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your friends secretly wish that you were declawed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealpetquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Pet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got two rabbits though. Alright. Time to go out and have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116072304519057743?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116072304519057743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116072304519057743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116072304519057743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116072304519057743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/quizes.html' title='Quizes!'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116072132369788670</id><published>2006-10-13T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:36:06.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Lord. Desperate for attention.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/bebe5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/bebe5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not enjoying this holiday. Apart from getting a new cumputer, nothing much to update abtt. Actually my holiday is as dead as a sick cow. &lt;em&gt;What a description&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hurray! Finally I've got my new computer. It is much faster than the previous one. DUH! The old one took 6 mins just to go to the desktop after switching it on. HOW SLOW? Sigh. I miss tanning and going out to have fun. I can't tan because firstly I'm lazy and secondly I can't. I must get Islander Card by this weekend. So that I can go in and out of Sentosa anytime I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, today I told bebe that I'll be getting her ipod video as I promised but superstitious her, she said I can't get it way before her birthday because it'll shorten her life. And I said to her,"okay. Good." Alright. So after 3p.m., I'll get my bum out of the house and head to town to buy it for her. Mommy left me alone at home thinking that we're going to bake cake. *faints* I woke up wondering where she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I've got 1/2 an hour more to go. SIGH! I'm so BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No KISSES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116072132369788670?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116072132369788670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116072132369788670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116072132369788670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116072132369788670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-lord-desperate-for-attention.html' title='Good Lord. Desperate for attention.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116065273664164399</id><published>2006-10-12T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:10:34.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/bebe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/bebe2.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/bebe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/bebe3.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/1600/bebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" height="275" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2463/444/320/bebe.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Greetings from Rara.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peekaboo! Yes, I'm back with bebe. Decided to go on public because I want the whole world to know that I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and kisses. MUACKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; BEBE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116065273664164399?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116065273664164399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116065273664164399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116065273664164399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116065273664164399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back!'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116024725186455174</id><published>2006-10-08T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T02:54:11.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU'VE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;SO, GO CHECK IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116024725186455174?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116024725186455174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116024725186455174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116024725186455174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116024725186455174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-you_08.html' title='To: You'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-116024552616427088</id><published>2006-10-08T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T02:27:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:190%;"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like saying that. I just think you'll feel better after screaming this out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No offence. I'm just too tired to cry. So I just feel like screaming this out though no one can hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Cinderella&lt;/span&gt; suffered before having a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy ending&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Or how the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; prince Charming&lt;/span&gt; tried he's best battling against the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dragon &lt;/span&gt;just to save&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; sleeping beauty u&lt;/span&gt;p there in the tower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started off well but something or someone had to trigger it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true. Every 50 dollars note you found, you lose another hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moral is not to pick up the note thinking that luck is on your side..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truth is, it is not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so aware and skeptical about things. Hoping for no mistakes to be made.&lt;br /&gt;Am I suppose to go through this? What's the lesson behind it?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should stay away from home as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Stay in Kerrisdale so that we don't have to see each other so often and quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've already planned it. Even if I'm home, stay offline like I did just now.&lt;br /&gt;What a good way to celebrate an important day[to me].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I like the way girls hanging up phone calls because I don't want to be accused of always being the one so reluctant to hang up. And in the end, the petty one or the one who caused trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 nights. Night by night. Kept having the same nightmare but I was unable to recall the incident. Fears. I'm just so scared. I guess I am over respecting myself. I know this is something all girls hate and I know I have to overcome it. I think I have to stop believing in dreams be it good or bad. Try to enjoy your day if possible. Doesn't matter who you did enjoy it with. That's all I can say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-116024552616427088?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116024552616427088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=116024552616427088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116024552616427088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/116024552616427088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115956900503969121</id><published>2006-09-30T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T06:52:36.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long entry for sure.</title><content type='html'>I've not blogged for quite a no. of days. So, hello.&lt;br /&gt;The truth was all out this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I felt horrible that I had someone to call me and kajo me at 5a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I was quite prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;I say, most bungs are hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 16 and I am homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just tell me, why you love me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you hiding your friendship with her?&lt;br /&gt;Promises and compromises are bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Never stick to your words.&lt;br /&gt;I bet everyone she complains to, thinks I'm possesive. Or perhaps jealous.&lt;br /&gt;My GOD. I did ever tell her that losing her won't bring any great impact to my life.&lt;br /&gt;She called me childish and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, she thinks it's annoying when I complained abt my friends.&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Those words are no longer valid long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe you. In fact, I never.&lt;br /&gt;I ought to understand her friendship with that girl. -well, that's what that girl thinks.&lt;br /&gt;I seemed like I'm the worse monster ever being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were meant to be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;Now that all truth are out, we can end it all.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't slp ever since we got home at 2a.m.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to but I had to and that's how I found out.&lt;br /&gt;I was D most happiest person ever but those were virtual.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't take away people from who they want to mix or be friends with.&lt;br /&gt;She told me this morning that I should enjoy the people arnd me and don't bother abt love 'cause they've been constantly hurting me. She thought I was strong and firmed when i handled the Raoulz Shirt to-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was too nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, I've learnt my lesson. We only learn after we experience it. Don't know why must this happen to me when I'm trying to study for my Ns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm too tired to cry. Cried out loud at the balcony but it was only papa who heard me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to resort to pills because I've grown from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'd be best if we hadn't know each other from the start.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115956900503969121?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115956900503969121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115956900503969121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115956900503969121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115956900503969121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-entry-for-sure.html' title='Long entry for sure.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115898561807177716</id><published>2006-09-23T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:26:58.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Fellas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's noon now. I doubt I'll be going out to eat my life out though it's the start of fasting month tomorrow. [Thanks Whisky for reminding me] I think I'll be staying in bed. My gastric is getting worse. Feels like the last time I got attack. Appendix. I don't know if I should go out and eat since I've not eaten for 2 days. It's just unfinished mee goreng for breakfast yesterday and that was the only meal within 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright. Home then. I've been puking water out and now, air... gosh.. Super sick when I trying to study. What more can I ask for? My stomach is like going inwards and it's pretty scary. Shan't go on further. I should stay in bed. I should.. Or perhaps go Bras Basah to study? I've got tons of assignments to do and if I were to stay in bed, I'll be sleeping my day out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd September sounds familiar.. I think it's someone's birthday. Hmm..I think I went to watch the Nokia Starlight Movie somewhere around this date. Alright. To whom who deserve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115898561807177716?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115898561807177716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115898561807177716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115898561807177716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115898561807177716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-morning-fellas.html' title='Good Morning Fellas'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115893002080408010</id><published>2006-09-22T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:12:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a protagonist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"but I kept having that puking sensation.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my day went by just like that. I wanted to go town to buy my ipod video cover from Borders but was too sick to go. Wish Lolly could look after me. Okay, be realistic. It can never look after me. I tried to sleep but my gastric relapse. My head started spinning as soon as I got up. Since it's my tv time, I decided to watch tv hoping to have something that catches my eye. Hopes dashed. I was like a dead rat lying in my living room switching from channel to channel. Nope. Nothing did. The only thing that stopped me was spice girls the movie but I thought the movie was too colourful for me. Guys, I'm having a headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the weirdest gastric ever. I remember eating my meals regularly but sadly, I have to go through it again and unfortunately during my preparations for my N levels. I'd rather spend my whole day in bed but I kept having that puking sensation and so I have to stay in the living room 'cause it's the nearest relaxing room to the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Totally Spice is over. My mistake. Wasn't Spice Girls. That's a female grp. It's 8.45p.m. and I'm still at home whining to myself. I don't really have the mood to play with the rabbits. My head is getting heavier.. Shall rest. Hopefully I get to slp. I have whined enough. Shit, feel like puking again. Controlling now to type out my last few words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMEBODY SAVE ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115893002080408010?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115893002080408010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115893002080408010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115893002080408010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115893002080408010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-protagonist.html' title='Not a protagonist.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115890902790811186</id><published>2006-09-22T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T15:10:30.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to basic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=5&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 406px; HEIGHT: 255px" height=226 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/blogger/ubino_cat_by_patriach.jpg" width=302&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size=5&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;"I'm still contented though it was only the backview&lt;/FONT&gt;."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;This is just some random thoughts. Anyway, I signed up friendster yday. I guess only a few knows the real reason. I decided to delete it. Since I ever told someone that I won't touch it. So I was a member once again for only &amp;gt;24hrs. I'm watching The Hills now. It was really sweet of Lauren's boyfriend to come over and brought LOTS of roses and wished Lauren Happy New Year. My morning was awesome. I had to msg Mich of course. So my first period was a huuhuuhaha.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I must must wake up earlier. Can't avoid to be late.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115890902790811186?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115890902790811186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115890902790811186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115890902790811186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115890902790811186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-to-basic.html' title='Back to basic.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115864605149920734</id><published>2006-09-19T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:12:05.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me count it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="464" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/Felicia/DSCN1510.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="427" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/Felicia/DSCN1517.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 161px" height="465" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/Felicia/DSCN1525.jpg" width="577" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 More days to N levels.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bad hair day today? Who?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115864605149920734?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115864605149920734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115864605149920734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115864605149920734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115864605149920734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/09/let-me-count-it.html' title='Let me count it..'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115857229482168631</id><published>2006-09-18T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:38:14.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG height=247 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/Felicia/DSCN1527.jpg" width=388&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;Peekaboo readers,&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;I am very bored and tired. I wanted to study as soon as I reach home after having lunch with my schoolmates at MOS burg. Have you ever wonder what it stands for? Anyway, Fel, my Whisky[You can take your time searching for a name to call me] was so hyper. She calls me weird but more likely, she's the one. We were eating our meals silently and she was trying to fine ways to break the silence. Anyway Whisky, I miss Lolly and I might want to call Peter Pan, Lolly if it's a girl. HAHA. I can't wait for my papers to be over because Fara wants to buy Actionsampler Lomo. Hurray.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono" size=6&gt;Everybody's changing..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115857229482168631?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115857229482168631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115857229482168631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115857229482168631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115857229482168631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/09/peekaboo-readers-i-am-very-bored-and.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115814558975682132</id><published>2006-09-13T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:47:43.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Pan :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 199px" height="298" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1683.jpg" width="444" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba super;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;PETER PAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Date of purchase: 11 Sept 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I decided to blog about Peter Pan since I'm much better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;TADA. This is Peter Pan. It is only two months old and I suspect he is a boy. As you can see, we can only tell its gender when it is 3 months old. I think I did mention about this last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="431" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1707.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baby Peter and Big sister Tinky who is 3 months old on the 7th of Sept.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="268" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1713.jpg" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="323" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1721.jpg" width="438" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love each other. They really do although different breed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="432" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1733.jpg" width="518" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hush my darling.. Don't fear my darling.." Peter's so adorable when he is lying against Tinkerbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="442" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1740.jpg" width="598" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="448" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1750.jpg" width="597" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's our future going to be like? More carrots from our Owner??....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="326" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1751.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Come, let me help you clean your back.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="414" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1754.jpg" width="459" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="561" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1761.jpg" width="369" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He loves straws..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="606" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1762.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upclose..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="331" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1767.jpg" width="429" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Of course, I canNOT forget the love of my life. The big sister Tinkerbell who is so big and heavy and teaches Peter Pan how to pee at one corner and how to behave. I'm serious. Believe it or not but Tinkerbell puts Peter Pan to sleep and ever since Peter Pan step into the cage, his behaviour is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 343px" height="538" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1771.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="407" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1772.jpg" width="538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="431" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1774.jpg" width="484" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="371" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1779.jpg" width="469" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams Peter Pan...&lt;br /&gt;I still love Tinkerbell for sure. Peter Pan runs around the house while Tinkerbell lie down on the carpet and watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="357" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1788.jpg" width="511" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="344" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1789.jpg" width="493" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I gave them a bath and it so hard to bath that little one. Kept running around the bathroom. My hands were wet. Or else, I'd definitely take pics of him. As for Tinkerbell, she stands still and let me do my job. I could even soap and clean her paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="370" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/tinkerbell/peter%20pan/DSCN1793.jpg" width="496" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fel, I've updated your birthday photos. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115814558975682132?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115814558975682132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115814558975682132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115814558975682132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115814558975682132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/09/peter-pan.html' title='Peter Pan :]'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115814810822741036</id><published>2006-09-13T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:55:22.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lomos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh Oh.. Forgot to update this. This is taken on the.... Anyway, it was the day where Fel and I had our wished granted. THE LOMOs. Haha. This is of course to disturb Becca. WHAHAHA. Becca, I'm waiting to see what you're going to tag me. HEHE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fel felt SHIOK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="422" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/Felicia/DSCN1655.jpg" width="453" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="363" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/Felicia/DSCN1656.jpg" width="510" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia's camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="402" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/Felicia/DSCN1657.jpg" width="522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera. I wanted colorsplash and holga. And guess what? They have two-in-one. HEHE.The new edition. Muacks. I love, love..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THEE ENDD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115814810822741036?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115814810822741036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115814810822741036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115814810822741036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115814810822741036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/09/lomos.html' title='The Lomos.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115804260916842678</id><published>2006-09-12T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:41:55.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to intro and post pic of my new rabbit. Oh fuck. What my rabbit??&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to transfer my pictures but I stopped when I visited her blog.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to ignore her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that thing is called Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I might want to blog about him when I happier.&lt;br /&gt;I might just want to return it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I don't feel like blogging at all.&lt;br /&gt;ALL &lt;strong&gt;THANKS&lt;/strong&gt; TO HER.&lt;br /&gt;I rushed home to see the bunnies and decided to go online to charge my ipod and share my news to everyone online but you just had to spoil it.&lt;br /&gt;It was happening and all but it all ended at 2.06p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Well, she'd probably be online since I'm going to ignore and off my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. The trying-to-be-happy-me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright but thanks to Mr Singh, he made that bimbotic Miss Tan change everyone's sitting position. And guess who sat beside me? ChinaBOY.&lt;br /&gt;Smelly of course. What else are they known for?&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm definitely not happy. Simply can't think of any happy moments today.&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics was boring as usual with Mr Ko. And english was oh so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***k. Spoilt my mood.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS CLOSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to end it.&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I should.&lt;br /&gt;You've just made me a step closer to disliking you. Thank you if that's what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry fel. Can't send your birthday photos. Seriously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCKING HELL NO MOOD&lt;/span&gt;. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:190;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKING HELL NO KISSES FOR TODAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115804260916842678?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115804260916842678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115804260916842678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115804260916842678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115804260916842678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/09/newbie.html' title='Newbie.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115750902263353545</id><published>2006-09-06T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:38:24.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're someone's favourite.</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;*note: pretty long entry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Phew, phew, phew.. When I logged in blogger, I see Jean updated her blog yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have to read it 'cause I think I can predict her content.&lt;br /&gt;About social studies N' level exam, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm lucky bucky.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was shocked. I have to thank Von for the tips.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that all SJC girls are studying health.&lt;br /&gt;And I took the risk. I told Mr Arman about it and he told me to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what??&lt;br /&gt;The 3 unexpected qns are, Merger and Separation which came out last year[unexpected right?], Diplomacy and Deterrence[we all know that] and Health Care and Services.&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Aren't Mua Lucky?&lt;br /&gt;Most people studied chapter 3. That Sri L thinggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went back to Kerrisdale to for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;You know.. this part is going to be the longest part ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba super;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;W&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;hen you're someone's favourite.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This reminds me of you being you granny's boy/girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she invites you for dinner, she'll feed you all sort of food that she thinks it's your favourite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Kerrisdale as Uncle Donald would be cooking for me dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I felt touched and of course I rushed there because I won't want to be late.&lt;br /&gt;When I entered the house, I see all plates and cutleries in position.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Donald cooked Steak for me. Not the normal size that you'll see in Billy Bombers.&lt;br /&gt;It is about 12cm wide and 7cm long. There were a few toppings on the steak.&lt;br /&gt;I saw rosemary[to fragrant it], sliced onions[to spice up the taste] and sliced mushrooms[my favourite] decorated on top of the steak.&lt;br /&gt;And 10 o'clock from the plate, there is a bowl of salad and on the right hand corner of the table mat, there's a glass of orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty pleasant with the surprise but all these emotions ended when I saw a piece of toasted bread. To be exact, raisin bread.&lt;br /&gt;It was lightly buttered and I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;But I HATE RAISINS.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ANYTHING BLACK, DARK COLOURED AND EDIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE RAISINS, PRUNES, RED DATES AND ALL THOSE SOUR DRIED STUFFS.&lt;br /&gt;And worse of all, he was watching me eating.&lt;br /&gt;I cleared everything and came down to this last piece of bread. The raisin bread.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that it is my favourite and I didn't have the heart to tell him that I hate it because he walked all the way to Shell petrol station across the road to buy it just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After clearing my food, he took my other plates and went to the back to wash it.&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish up this piece.&lt;br /&gt;I had to use my fingers to DIG OUT the raisins and hide it in the tissues.&lt;br /&gt;MY FINGERS GUYS. Yucks. That slimy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Just before he came back to the table, I took my last bite and ran to the kitchen to dispose the disgusting raisins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought it's the end but I had raisins bread for breakfast just now.&lt;br /&gt;Super nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felly, my slut. Will upload your birthday photo soon. My card reader is with my sister. Soon k? Yay.. 5 more hrs to see you and we can go fly high. 'Cause we're buying our LOMO.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys abt the long entry. I had to blog abt the raisins nightmare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115750902263353545?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115750902263353545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115750902263353545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115750902263353545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115750902263353545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-youre-someones-favourite.html' title='When you&apos;re someone&apos;s favourite.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115743293096118796</id><published>2006-09-05T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:08:50.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew..</title><content type='html'>Okay. Looking at the time now, I should be heading to school.&lt;br /&gt;But I've decided to blog for awhile since I'm having my break.&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies paper will be starting at 2 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;WTH? It's already 1 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;I've been memorising since morning that I think I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;I took the risk of not studying diplomacy and deterrence when I know it's a for sure-will-come-out topic.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I studied for Health care and services and chapter 3. The whole of chapter 3. That Sri Lanka and N. Ireland. HAHA. That's my forte.&lt;br /&gt;Health care and services is only half of chapter 1.&lt;br /&gt;The other half is education which is super long-winded.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be so dead if the three qns are chapter 5, Diplo And Deterr and Edu of chapter 1 for section B.&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm so not good at these.&lt;br /&gt;Dead right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just going to try my best. Wonder how I pass the rest of my Social Stu. paper.&lt;br /&gt;And worse of all, high hopes from Mr Arman.&lt;br /&gt;Ayeee.. All I can say is, God Bless Me Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray. I'm going to get lomo tmr. Fel, you better not cancel our plan.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Running late for school.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115743293096118796?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115743293096118796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115743293096118796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115743293096118796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115743293096118796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/09/phew.html' title='Phew..'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115708882127039042</id><published>2006-09-01T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T13:33:41.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so I have you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It was Fel's birthday that I realised the importance of keeping your friendship strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Belated Birthday my dear friend, Felicia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent happening event is the celebration of Fel's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were good actors but when it comes to Felicia, at times on such days, we just can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and go..&lt;br /&gt;Some stay as long as they can.&lt;br /&gt;But I wish everyone could stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm going to start mugging for my CH paper this Tuesday. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;LLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115708882127039042?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115708882127039042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115708882127039042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115708882127039042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115708882127039042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-so-i-have-you.html' title='And so I have you..'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115632216062590713</id><published>2006-08-23T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:36:00.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Love.</title><content type='html'>Dear Tinkerbell,&lt;br /&gt;                               I got back almost all of my papers today. Nuh ah.. Definitely unhappy. Six points at a moment. Could have gotten five. Anyway, would have done better if I put in lots of effort. Honestly I didn't really study for most of them. Okay. Thats for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it so hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fading as days goes by..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Skeptical and unable to believe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115632216062590713?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115632216062590713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115632216062590713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115632216062590713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115632216062590713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/08/sick-of-love.html' title='Sick of Love.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115572953692460286</id><published>2006-08-16T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:58:56.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Instant karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I wish you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115572953692460286?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115572953692460286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115572953692460286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115572953692460286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115572953692460286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/08/instant-karma.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115569822982475191</id><published>2006-08-16T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T11:32:35.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing things that you want to do.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever asked yourself what is it that you really want?&lt;br /&gt;Are you able to do what you want?&lt;br /&gt;Are you regreting for doing things that you actually don't want?&lt;br /&gt;What women want, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you what I want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a simple life with no complications. Simple and free.&lt;br /&gt;So that I don't have to put up with anything.&lt;br /&gt;Why bother torturing yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Do what you feel its right to do.&lt;br /&gt;We are all different.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to click is common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No food for 20hours and still surviving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Once bitten, twice its shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;Nope. No kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115569822982475191?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115569822982475191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115569822982475191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115569822982475191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115569822982475191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/08/doing-things-that-you-want-to-do.html' title='Doing things that you want to do.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115572134118520465</id><published>2006-08-16T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:42:21.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evany.com/sleeptest/colon.htm"&gt;&lt;img height="324" alt="I am a colon!" src="http://www.evany.com/sleeptest/myimages/thecolon.jpg" width="225" vspace="4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your own &lt;a href="http://www.evany.com/sleeptest/"&gt;pose&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could copy the meaning to it. Ohwells.. Can't seem to do so.. Let me see, my body is still working though I've not eaten. I'll see how long can it go.. Whee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to study my chemistry. Goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115572134118520465?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115572134118520465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115572134118520465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115572134118520465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115572134118520465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/08/find-your-own-pose-i-thought-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115562899428983247</id><published>2006-08-15T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:03:14.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni wonder?</title><content type='html'>Fel's the cutest korean girl ever.&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh. Ni wonder la. I thought...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni wonder?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I caught her, she said," Correct what. Ni wonder..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Fel. Its no wonder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya! haha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It was fun and all walking home with them. Looking forward to this weekend. Don't know why but yupps. Why not? Its the weekend! I cut my own hair out of stress. Well, the comments made by my fellow mates were not as bad as I thought it would be. Its bangs guys! I'm just waiting for my hair to grow. So that I'll look better with bangs. Jean said it was a total new look. I just realised that this year is my hairstyle year. Cut the types of hairstyle that I've long for. Last few months was the slope hair style. This month, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cannot-not-make-i-bangs&lt;/span&gt;. haha. Waiting for free time to alter the back. Kinda lazy to post pictures because I'm in the middle of my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see the N70?? UBER SEXY. Its purple. Please let me feel the phone if you happen to own one. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair grow hair. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GROW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba super;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Many, &lt;strong&gt;many&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115562899428983247?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115562899428983247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115562899428983247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115562899428983247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115562899428983247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/08/ni-wonder.html' title='Ni wonder?'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115519330613487539</id><published>2006-08-10T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T18:18:44.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Tinkerbell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; WIDTH: 673px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; HEIGHT: 198px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;embed name="looplet" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://static.filmloop.com/looplets/flash/v2/looplet.swf" width="673" height="180" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" flashvars="base=looplets.filmloop.com&amp;weblinkid=xp6/OfaR3ymq/qnW7DjGQE0BHy1s5vln&amp;amp;flnb=1&amp;incr=1" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 673px; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div style="FLOAT: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://looplets.filmloop.com/link?id=xp6/OfaR3ymq/qnW7DjGQE0BHy1s5vln"&gt;&lt;img src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/click_here.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;a href="http://filmloop.adbureau.net/adclick/CID=0000073c0000000000000000"&gt;&lt;img src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/flash_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Its after National Day. Yay. No school for me. But nope, its not good for me because I'd probably spent my day with baby tink and computer. I've got Mt paper tmr and I'm still sitting here facing the monitor screen. Today is just another day... Feeling heaty and all. I think I need more vitamins to boost my energy. Feeling rather weak lately. Currently addicted to Bean Curd from S'goon Garden Chomp Chomp. Hmmm.. I think I'll drop by for hokkien mee and end my day off at Happy Daze with Honey Lime. :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115519330613487539?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115519330613487539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115519330613487539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115519330613487539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115519330613487539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-tinkerbell.html' title='Baby Tinkerbell'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115502810856711027</id><published>2006-08-08T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:08:29.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 278px" height=340 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/miscellaous/tinkerbell.jpg" width=318&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 215px" height=352 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/miscellaous/IMG_0004.jpg" width=320&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;It is called Tinkerbell.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;Two months old.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;I still can't belive that I bought a bunny. Anyway, its a baby. So young that&amp;nbsp; we can't tell the gender until its 3 months old. So meanwhile, sticking to Tinkerbell. If its a boy, will be called Roo. I don't have to buy tamagotchi since I have tinkb now. YAY.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115502810856711027?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115502810856711027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115502810856711027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115502810856711027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115502810856711027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115459151564325410</id><published>2006-08-03T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T16:18:24.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appear offline.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Thanks G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Things won't be the same anymore when you're leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm sorry to make you read between the lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But surprised to know that you understand w/o me giving any clue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your predictions were right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know how to save money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somehow or rather, though we exchanged only a few lines, I could feel something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those few words of urs put me to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I started to reflect on my way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's something about myself that is not right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Extreme person he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rather quite true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That statement made me think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I owe myself plenty of sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Somedays, I go blank in class due to the lack of slp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Somedays.. Only an hour of slp and out to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Just gotta endure and like what- said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you say life's hard, then it'll never be easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thought this song is nice. -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, You don't see me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the place where I sit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the part where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this as hard as it gets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I'm getting tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of pretending I'm tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm here if you want me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm yours, you can hold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm empty and taken and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tumbling and breakin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;''Cause you don't see me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you don't need me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you don't love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way I wish you would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way I know you could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115459151564325410?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115459151564325410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115459151564325410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115459151564325410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115459151564325410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/08/appear-offline.html' title='Appear offline.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115436060265150497</id><published>2006-07-31T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:54:37.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe.. Just breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honestly, I may look like I'm not stress. But truth is, I AM.&lt;br /&gt;So I tell you what. Stay away from me if you're going to ask stupid qns.&lt;br /&gt;Spare me if you're going to tell things that I don't need to know.&lt;br /&gt;Don't irritate me by not answering to my qns.&lt;br /&gt;If low esteem, don't bring down others.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; . The person beside you plays a big role in a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing this for my dearest friend, Sam. Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you take a picture, have you ever wonder who's beside you?&lt;br /&gt;Is he/she your lover? Or, was your lover? Misconception.&lt;br /&gt;Don't provoke the present neither the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Boyfriend of hers, get this straight. Why put that girl who was involved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't get others the wrong idea. Unpleasant you know. Silence may be keep quite sometime but not for long. It was after ______ that you put it. You know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social studies is this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Ready? Certainly not.&lt;br /&gt;Diplomacy and Deterrence. Nope, I've not memorise them.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the only day that I'll be blogging for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's all the same reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;LLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba super;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115436060265150497?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115436060265150497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115436060265150497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115436060265150497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115436060265150497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/breathe-just-breathe.html' title='Breathe.. Just breathe.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115401094127959281</id><published>2006-07-27T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:41:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men? Shoo.. Go Away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I, Farawati can no longer stand MEN.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've written an entry about men before.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed. Another one perhaps might satisfy my needs.&lt;br /&gt;All day long, Winning Eleven on Tv.&lt;br /&gt;Did I get my space? No.&lt;br /&gt;Simply selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Cheering at stupid fake men scoring.&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing the others.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow or rather, they've got a gullible lady to cheer for the winning team. Oh wait. Winning idiot. And she's my sister, Sal.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer for what?&lt;br /&gt;So annoyed that I chased them all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is some peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dentist is M-A-D man.&lt;br /&gt;He said that I cannot put on braces because, after I take out my braces, I'll have to wear retainers for all my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HELLO? It's only for like what? 8hrs a day. Not forever.&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, why did Dr Joseph send me to see him to put on Braces??&lt;br /&gt;How many people have worn braces?? Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;We're looking for a better dentist.&lt;br /&gt;See, this stupid Dr Heng is a MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;LLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba super;"&gt;Kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115401094127959281?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115401094127959281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115401094127959281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115401094127959281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115401094127959281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/men-shoo-go-away.html' title='Men? Shoo.. Go Away.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115357350620798075</id><published>2006-07-22T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:05:06.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long Mr Lim Kim San.</title><content type='html'>Well, I wanted to go to his funeral wake.&lt;br /&gt;But was very lazy.&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to indulge at home with tv on my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, if I go, I would be able to meet LKY and ask him to get for me the N' level qns. haha.&lt;br /&gt;The president would be there and all.&lt;br /&gt;But what to wear??&lt;br /&gt;So home shall it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Felicia: Tell Janice to get a life. Poor darls. Kept complaining about her the whole day. I want her blog add. HAHA. TAG HER about mosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc9933;"&gt;LL LL LL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:alba super;"&gt;Kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115357350620798075?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115357350620798075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115357350620798075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115357350620798075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115357350620798075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-long-mr-lim-kim-san.html' title='So long Mr Lim Kim San.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115340664182528476</id><published>2006-07-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:44:01.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still salvaging.. Pooh.</title><content type='html'>Today is definitely not a good day for me.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take my oral today cause I wanted to go home with Felicia and Jean and also my throat was still horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Hasren was like, "please don't take your oral today. You'll lose marks."&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to take a nap at 3 when revathi kept calling cause she wanted to come over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. Was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up at 8p.m. I don't need to sleep the whole night alr. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;It was terrible when I started having my sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;But it got worse.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were like as if I've not slept for days.&lt;br /&gt;And they are quite swollen.&lt;br /&gt;I'ev got no mood to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;No pointing.&lt;br /&gt;It's still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many theories for curing of sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;But which really works??&lt;br /&gt;I need hep now.&lt;br /&gt;Or else, I'm going blind.&lt;br /&gt;Shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc9933;"&gt;LLL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:alba super;"&gt;Kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115340664182528476?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115340664182528476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115340664182528476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115340664182528476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115340664182528476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-salvaging-pooh.html' title='Still salvaging.. Pooh.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115330562255002378</id><published>2006-07-19T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:59:43.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvage outburst.</title><content type='html'>It was suppose to be my ML oral today.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to my soreeeeeeeeeeeeeee throat. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Anway, the testers were really kind.&lt;br /&gt;They told me to come on Friday instead of tomorrow because my throat won't get any better by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my day ended off well.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Amaliah. She called me and wanted to go home together. But we decided to meet up with Felicia and Revathi.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, HURRAY. A day out tgt with the four of us.&lt;br /&gt;The last time was what? Last year???&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELICIA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; STOP TEASING MY VOICE. HAHA. I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;VOTE FOR GAYLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc9933;"&gt;LLL LLL L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:alba super;"&gt;Kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115330562255002378?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115330562255002378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115330562255002378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115330562255002378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115330562255002378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/salvage-outburst.html' title='Salvage outburst.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115322205287549625</id><published>2006-07-18T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:39:19.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin.</title><content type='html'>PEEKABOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes.. New blogskin again.&lt;br /&gt;My throat was horrible and all.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone could tell that I'm not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jeremy for the strepsils and mineral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played floorball.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Was in the sportman team.&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;strong&gt;Gordon&lt;/strong&gt;, the school captain of the bball team and &lt;em&gt;Tin Tin&lt;/em&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Justin&lt;/strong&gt;], school soccer jock in my team.&lt;br /&gt;Was hilarious when I talked to Wathann to distract in for a goal.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was all good and it was even better when Mr. Lee treating us drinks to end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiye.. I've not seen.... for days.&lt;br /&gt;Fine. It's not reachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; the love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Alba super;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;LLL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115322205287549625?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115322205287549625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115322205287549625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115322205287549625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115322205287549625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-skin.html' title='New Skin.'/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115313515387880216</id><published>2006-07-17T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:19:13.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/miscellaous/ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;At first, I thought it was quite bitchy. Then.. recently I got hooked to her song.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Here's the chorus. You're going to hear more of me singing this in class.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;BR&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;BR&gt;If you show me real love baby&lt;BR&gt;I'll show you mine&lt;BR&gt;I can make it nice and naughty&lt;BR&gt;Be the devil and angel too&lt;BR&gt;Got a heart and soul and body&lt;BR&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;BR&gt;Maybe I'm perfect for you&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Ohh, ohh, ohh&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Fireworks. I thought I might want to share with all of you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 446px; HEIGHT: 273px" height=308 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/miscellaous/IMG_2494.jpg" width=468&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The artistic shot. But I don't think it's any nice.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 304px" height=319 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/miscellaous/IMG_2508.jpg" width=466&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 452px; HEIGHT: 333px" height=387 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/miscellaous/IMG_2514.jpg" width=501&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 453px; HEIGHT: 318px" height=366 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/miscellaous/IMG_2515.jpg" width=513&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115313515387880216?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115313515387880216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115313515387880216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115313515387880216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115313515387880216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/at-first-i-thought-it-was-quite-bitchy.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115305638255921384</id><published>2006-07-16T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:31:42.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, I had the weirdest dream.&lt;br /&gt;Some helium balloon with a cardboard saying, "Will you be my girlfriend?'' outside my window from the 28th floor.&lt;br /&gt;Then I actually walked to the window to see but by then, I was awake.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, it was all a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really get to see who was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to those who are wooing, here's a new idea.&lt;br /&gt;Get about 4 to 10 helium balloons and hang a huge cardboard wishing your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Then make sure your string is long enough for you to be able to hold it and for it to be right outside her window.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, I've alr blogged about, it will not happen to me. So.. Yeah. Forget about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115305638255921384?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115305638255921384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115305638255921384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115305638255921384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115305638255921384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-night-i-had-weirdest-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115304040626622461</id><published>2006-07-16T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:48:09.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can skip this entry. Full of crap. Long-winded.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bad Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;it. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;t's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was down with high fever last night with 38.6 degree celsius.&lt;br /&gt;But who's was there?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;Was shivering in bed crying out.&lt;br /&gt;Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows that I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;Just no one...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it doesn't make any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to cheer myself up, I bought a camera for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Nikon Coolpix. The one on advertisment for S'pore Idol.&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking between Canon and Nikon. Ohwells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Raoul shirt for her since her IA is starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling very weird when I entered.&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's my first time entering. Entered lots of times but it's my first time buying a men's wear.&lt;br /&gt;Thanked God the guy who served me was a gay.&lt;br /&gt;So I told him that I'm getting it for my gf.&lt;br /&gt;So it wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;We're all homos.&lt;br /&gt;There's no size of the one she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;So i choosed the closest one.&lt;br /&gt;New arrival. Hot selling. According to him.&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what's her size.&lt;br /&gt;So he told me to try on the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I was the only girl in the dressing room lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to cK to get a boxer for her first day job too.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope she liked them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to FCUK to get myself another t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;So Hurray... ]: I've got two fcuk shirts. Big deal ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I bought it but I feel that I should give her presents for her IA.&lt;br /&gt;It's just to support her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're not talking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Probably she's fed up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ho.. The gay's name Haikel and his boyfriend works at Kenzo.&lt;br /&gt;Both working at Paragon.&lt;br /&gt;So we exchanged no. and if I want to get any branded goods, he can get for me some discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like Guess, Fox, Gucci and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just hope you liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. I won't buy any more presents or perhaps,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the time when I pass you the presents,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it would be the last time you would see me.&lt;br /&gt;Take care and all the best for your IA.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to thank me.&lt;br /&gt;You did more than I have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just do your best for your IA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can move on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a better future.&lt;br /&gt;I think.. I'm talking nonsense. Ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder... Am I regretting?&lt;br /&gt;She's probably moving on and hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at her tone of message just now around 4plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay in bed. My headache is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Goodbye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money can't buy happiness neither Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although I bought lots of things still&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#3366ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:alba super;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115304040626622461?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115304040626622461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115304040626622461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115304040626622461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115304040626622461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-can-skip-this-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115286830056825280</id><published>2006-07-14T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:11:40.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Pretty bored and all I'm asking for is to set in bed with Ben and Jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, Mobil's mini mart is under construction. Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I miss Masha Masha Mashmellow.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Cherry Garcia.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Strawberry ChesseCake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep another house. So won't be online for.... A NIGHT. KAKAKA.&lt;br /&gt;Might be watching BayBeats with Fel and Al.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so long everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba super;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Still Zero Kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115286830056825280?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115286830056825280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115286830056825280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115286830056825280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115286830056825280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115286495382439667</id><published>2006-07-14T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:16:21.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exotic Dancer Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/exoticdancernamegenerator/dancer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scarlet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/exoticdancernamegenerator/"&gt;Exotic Dancer Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. LET ME LAUGH AGAIN. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCARLET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115286495382439667?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115286495382439667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115286495382439667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115286495382439667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115286495382439667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/exotic-dancer-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115286348864065110</id><published>2006-07-14T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:00:49.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your True Love Is a Pisces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/pisces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Pisces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfless and intuitive, you are perfect for a Pisces that lives to love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sensitive enough to appreciate and explore the deep emotions of a Pisces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Pisces will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're generous and totally giving in relationships, something Pisces demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also dreamy enough to get lost in fantasy with Pisces, but realistic enough to stay grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HILARIOUS. I'M A PISCES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115286348864065110?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115286348864065110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115286348864065110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115286348864065110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115286348864065110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/your-true-love-is-pisces-why-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115285690831042419</id><published>2006-07-14T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T14:01:48.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was nice of Jean to bring me some goodies to school for the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;It was that seaweed thinggy. First, I got hooked.&lt;br /&gt;Then I made Jean take a bite and she went to NTUC immediately to get the whole pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch Pirates of The Carribean yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I was awesome. Love Johnny Depp for his humors.&lt;br /&gt;Olando Bloom, hot as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Keira Knightley, sexy of course.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... I love the movie though I fell asleep halfway during the first movie but the second movie is much better.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the trailer is playing on every channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GO WATCH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously can't wait for the 3rd movie to be release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 more days to Prelims.&lt;br /&gt;1 hour per chapter.&lt;br /&gt;No more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Start mugging everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;People will only remember the negative things about you more than otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba super;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;0 &lt;/span&gt;kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115285690831042419?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115285690831042419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115285690831042419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115285690831042419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115285690831042419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-was-nice-of-jean-to-bring-me-some.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115262347953343583</id><published>2006-07-11T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:16:58.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ellen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I went to take pleasure in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I didn't get to see Ellen today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAV, YOU'VE GOT PUNK'D.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Planned by Jason and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diet routine is doing pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I'm becoming sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Throwing up whatever's inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's so sad to see my pasta and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;carrots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the toilet bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Funny. I didn't starve myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm just reducing the no. of food that goes in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ant.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#3366ff;"&gt;LLLL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba super;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115262347953343583?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115262347953343583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115262347953343583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115262347953343583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115262347953343583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/feel-so-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115252483188201959</id><published>2006-07-10T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:04:25.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many wonder why I enjoy watching that old lady in sneakers dancing with rock music.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ELLEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting. It's still not here.&lt;br /&gt;It's coming but when??&lt;br /&gt;The suspension is a killer.&lt;br /&gt;It refuses to come when it's suppose to.&lt;br /&gt;Do you what's going through me while waiting??&lt;br /&gt;I'VE BEEN &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EATING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAINED FOUR KG.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO? ITS&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; FOUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why I've decided to go on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been 40++ but now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the support who think its right.&lt;br /&gt;Good food will only come if I deserve it as a reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've planned it already.&lt;br /&gt;This week is on all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; diet.&lt;br /&gt;Which is to pretend to be a cool &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vegetarian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diet starts from today and ends on the 6th of August.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm suppose to lose 4kg by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week wil be all&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; diet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carnivore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And excise the most on my 2nd week.&lt;br /&gt;To tone my mucles.&lt;br /&gt;Really tone it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for my resident pass so that I can go to the gym almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;The secret to keep hunger away from you is to EAT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;MS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It manipulates your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You might think that you're eating but you are actually not. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after watching&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ellen Denegeres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm running down to the market to get healthy food for this week like&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YU&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;FR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;H S&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And hopefully to lose my appetite while preparing for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;So everyone, this is a major issue in my life,&lt;br /&gt;please give me your support by donating every &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing that is in your plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you donate,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba super;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nk Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ou f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;or d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Alba Super;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Alba Super;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Alba Super;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#3366ff;"&gt;LLL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Alba Super;font-size:7;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Alba Super;font-size:7;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115252483188201959?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115252483188201959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115252483188201959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115252483188201959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115252483188201959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/many-wonder-why-i-enjoy-watching-that.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115208767346757141</id><published>2006-07-05T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:43:14.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My night was horrible. Could barely have a proper sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Confused I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girls for comforting me.&lt;br /&gt;Lies may take place for I know she don't want me to get angry.&lt;br /&gt;But why in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;She may not admit now. Only God knows the truth.&lt;br /&gt;If I reveal my tactics, Secrets would be kept as it is.&lt;br /&gt;But it was psychic all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dry, cold and numb night.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless night I had.&lt;br /&gt;What is exactly true love?&lt;br /&gt;Opinions from each one were much diff.&lt;br /&gt;That all depends on your status.&lt;br /&gt;Those who were with me and watch me smile and cry, understands the best.&lt;br /&gt;I never promised anyone that I would stop taking pills. But it was uncontrollable.&lt;br /&gt;I cried out in pain. Who could hear me?&lt;br /&gt;My stomach was aching the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like gastric flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused. What do I really want in life?&lt;br /&gt;Soul after soul.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt by me.&lt;br /&gt;I needed help.&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly use money to solve everything.&lt;br /&gt;Used shopping and spend hundreds per week to take my mind off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I needed someone, no one was there by my side to comfort me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming out, crying in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Tears continue to roll on and on..&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't you there?&lt;br /&gt;You were so cold.&lt;br /&gt;Was truly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;You think you can lie but not to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling much better I guess.&lt;br /&gt;At least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:alba super;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm going to Mac, Kovan to study. After watch Ellen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115208767346757141?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115208767346757141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115208767346757141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115208767346757141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115208767346757141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-night-was-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115201682662117902</id><published>2006-07-04T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:44:45.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of the day.&lt;br /&gt;And so I've got another entry to write.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so soreful.&lt;br /&gt;Upset over everything.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's been 2 months, things are still the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so shit for ending it yday for I know that's not what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God. Please.. Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gg to meet Aaron's band this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I suppose to acc you to church this Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gg to motivate me?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gg to acc me or be there when I needed someone?&lt;br /&gt;Down with 8 pills tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:alba super;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115201682662117902?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115201682662117902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115201682662117902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115201682662117902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115201682662117902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/end-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115200705749727111</id><published>2006-07-04T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:57:37.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, seemed so hard to believe you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure but whatever it is, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;you said you were alone that night at ecp but from what I learnt, you were with that girl.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anymore to me but I can't believe you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lied&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;My last goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm so not going to get near anyone. I'm glad I jet her today.&lt;br /&gt;Felicia was laughing behind that bowl of macaroni.&lt;br /&gt;Should have done the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm living my life all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish you can call it.&lt;br /&gt;One day, sooner or later it'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;I rather go &lt;em&gt;gaga&lt;/em&gt; over Ellen and don't get hurt than to fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have just say the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"No, I was alone."        I knew it was a lie.             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;season of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;love song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115200705749727111?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115200705749727111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115200705749727111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115200705749727111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115200705749727111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/gosh-seemed-so-hard-to-believe-you.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115200396022470553</id><published>2006-07-04T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:09:49.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was my English GCE N Level Oral today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were not as bad as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;I think everything went pretty smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Quite satisfied or rather glad I made it through.&lt;br /&gt;I was falling asleep due to the lack of sleep while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Worse news of the day is that I ate TWO BOWLS of Mee Soto.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HURRAY. Mdm Chua can't bark me for oral essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. WATCHING &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;ON FIVE AT FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;TALK TO YOU LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115200396022470553?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115200396022470553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115200396022470553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115200396022470553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115200396022470553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-was-my-english-gce-n-level-oral.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115193638812080293</id><published>2006-07-03T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:19:48.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST DENTAL CHECK-UP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dentist reminds me of Natheniel.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. Perhaps he looks like him and sounds like him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, no extraction of tooth. So i can put on braces on the 27th.&lt;br /&gt;After all my oral. Putting it for only 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;He said if I don't put on now, one of my tooth will rotate.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've got to go Heeren to get an X-ray. So troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch ELLEN DEGENERES today at 5 on 5.&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD. DID YOU KNOW THAT SHE'S A LESBIAN TOO?&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, was admiring her.&lt;br /&gt;Here's her details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.O.B: 26 January 1958 that makes her 48 this year.&lt;br /&gt;She's a super mixed blood.&lt;br /&gt;Is of French (paternal grandfather), Irish, English and German descent.&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to upload her photos. So, i've got the links for you to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/granitz/3592/EllenDegen_Caulf_5988510_400.jpg?path=pgallery&amp;path_key=DeGeneres,%20Ellen&amp;amp;seq=20"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/gallery/granitz/3592/EllenDegen_Caulf_5988510_400.jpg?path=pgallery&amp;path_key=DeGeneres,%20Ellen&amp;amp;seq=20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho.. Ho.. I'm in love. Feels good. I think I'll dream of her tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. First, I got extra allowance, secondly, I'M IN LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ccff;"&gt;LLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba super;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kiss[es]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115193638812080293?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115193638812080293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115193638812080293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115193638812080293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115193638812080293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-dental-check-up-my-dentist.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115181811284137127</id><published>2006-07-02T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:39:47.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god. Life's a torture. Sleeping my day off.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so lonely. See, that's the bad thing for being attached.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm single, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M NOT JUST FREE BUT TOO FREE THAT I'M TOO BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No girlfriends to go out with. They are all busy. I'm so sad and miserable..&lt;br /&gt;Uhh huhh.. France won yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Was a sad thing that Brazil didn't. Was totally hoping for it.&lt;br /&gt;BUT &lt;span style="font-family:alba;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PORTUGAL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WON. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm spending my whole day at home and then collect my photo later at five and head off to Kerrisdale to catch Veronica Mars at 6.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like shopping because my allowance will come in at night only.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how much i can get tonight. Hoping for 300.&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy more skirts and t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;See, I got 200 last week and all gone within a week.&lt;br /&gt;But it's aint that bad because I bought a pair of shorts, two tops; one from Fox and another from Esprite and a denim skirt and I treated Amaliah at BakerzIn on Friday which so called costed me a bomb but that's alright.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we meet everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, SUPER BORED. I don't feel like solo shopping anymore. Don't feel like going out with my friends. Not that used to it. Oh God. Please Help Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;LL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:alba super;font-size:180%;"&gt;Kiss[es].&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;well.. these kiss[es] tells me how's my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115181811284137127?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115181811284137127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115181811284137127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115181811284137127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115181811284137127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115158316306093789</id><published>2006-06-29T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:38:39.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, no one knows only you.&lt;br /&gt;So HELLO &lt;span style="font-family:alba;font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELICIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEREMY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today was a disaster. I hate MALAY MEN.&lt;br /&gt;What's with the SALAMOON? See, they are CHILDISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell that small girl to stop fantasizing about that boy and tell her to &lt;strong&gt;STOP SITTING WITH US&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, N' Level register no. for oral is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba super;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:170;"&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115158316306093789?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115158316306093789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115158316306093789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115158316306093789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115158316306093789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-no-one-knows-only-you.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115122872785895041</id><published>2006-06-25T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:45:27.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:alba;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;". . . Being a teenager is definitely not easy ."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's short and yet we all want to achieve what we hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;I bet everyone knows about it and probably hate me for hurting another soul.&lt;br /&gt;Getting hurt is inevitable and being a teenager is definitely not easy.&lt;br /&gt;We all have to face it. None of us wants to do such things.&lt;br /&gt;Uncontrolled. All messed up. It's painful to clear it.&lt;br /&gt;Because of one, two were hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's so screwed but I don't want to continue life like this.&lt;br /&gt;I want to live it. Not contacting anyone because I want time to heal all wounds.&lt;br /&gt;I know i've been drinking and eating pills..&lt;br /&gt;This is not going to last. It's not helping at all.&lt;br /&gt;Will troubles and problems go away by drinking and taking pills?&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;I want to study hard and get good grades for myself and for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Staying away from everyone. The more we all communicating, things won't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;Doing this for the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;Life's not all about love. I'm not worth any of your love.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've hurt you both and all of the sudden I'm MIA.&lt;br /&gt;It was irresponsible of me. But not talking to all of you is the only way to heal all wounds.&lt;br /&gt;I've to keep my words.&lt;br /&gt;Some people thought the compromise was bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when some people had to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today's the day of my holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, there's a lesson to learn from your holiday.&lt;br /&gt;This holiday? Was a wake up call for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First week&lt;/strong&gt;, slacked and most lessons were cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't spend any time with my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second week,&lt;/strong&gt; slacked too. I went to MOS with Sel and met Paul twohill. Then on Sat, I went to YenC's party and to the Red house and got drunk. And I skipped my floorball match. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third week,&lt;/strong&gt; clubbed and almost got caught up with some horny guy. So I ran away that night.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Zouk's underage party. Was my first time to underage and was told that we did the best couple dance and they would call us to dance for them for future events. Then met new friend, Danial who found me in friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth week,&lt;/strong&gt; clubbed at DXO and got chased out by bouncers then 81. Was super high. Had BBQ with five bankers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I learn from this holiday?&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake now. I've gotta start studying. My exams are coming. No more high life. Life's screwed up there and I'm not matured enough to go through all these shits. My mom's the only reason why I want to live my life up. I wonder why she never want to control me.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because she knows I'll learn from lessons myself? Felt guilty when I don't go back to the other house. It's really horrible to have two houses. I don't know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry girls. I wish you both love. Never stop loving. Love makes the world go round. It can be the most beautiful thing but always be prepaped for the worse as it can the most awful thing ever. When you got hurt, it doesn't mean it's the end of the journey. Everytime you get hurt, it is the beginning to everything. Learn and don't stop trying. If fate allows, she's meant for you. Don't let love affect your whole life. You've got to be strong and always remember that there are people who are much less fortunate than you. This is not the worse part of your life. You both are still young. May God bless you both and never stop loving someone new. Who knows? Love might come knocking on your door and she may be your true love. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba super;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Latest News:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:alba;color:#cc0000;"&gt;PLEASE DON'T CONTACT ME ON 91130126. IT'S NO LONGER IN USE. THANKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115122872785895041?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115122872785895041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115122872785895041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115122872785895041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115122872785895041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315497.post-115116070007924850</id><published>2006-06-24T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:51:40.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="alba super" color="#ff6600" size="5"&gt;Traumatised.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="alba super" color="#ff6600" size="5"&gt;Tearing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awful night for me. Perhaps it is because I'm still virgin to all these. Shocked for sure. I had never encountered so many bouncers right in front of me. Anyway, I miss home for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having internal fever again. I just need someone right now. Have been crying since I started bathing. My life's so screwed. As I was on my way home, I saw ppl having family dinner. I wondered. What problems are they facing now.. For me, I'm just very lost. After that night, I begin to realise. This ain't lala land for me. It's reality. It's time for me to wake up. I finally realised that I'm very scared to face the real world. I'm so scared to see anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315497-115116070007924850?l=-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115116070007924850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315497&amp;postID=115116070007924850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115116070007924850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315497/posts/default/115116070007924850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-wednesdaynight.blogspot.com/2006/06/traumatised.html' title=''/><author><name>white pony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/fara_j/hahas/summerstory.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
